An Idea Comes As Near To Something

The Hurt Is Not Enough: I Long For Weight And Strength. To Feel The Earth As Rough To All My Length

You Can't Get Too Much Winter In The Winter.

I Play Better Tennis Because The Court Is There.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over. May No Fate Wilfully Misunderstand Me And Half Grant What I Wish And Snatch Me Away Not To Return. Earth's The Right Place For Love: I Don't Know Where It's Likely To Go Better.

I Wonder About The Trees. Why Do We Wish To Bear Forever The Noise Of These More Than Another Noise So Close To Our Dwelling Place?