Affection Is An Overpowering Craving To Be

Possessing What We Still Were Unpossessed By, Possessed By What We Now No More Possessed.

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.

The World Is Full Of Willing People; Some Willing To Work, The Rest Willing To Let Them.

I Fail To See What Fun, What Satisfaction / A God Can Find In Laughing At How Badly / Men Fumble At The Possibilities.

I See For Nature No Defeat In One Tree's Overthrow Or For Myself In My Retreat For Yet Another Blow.