Any Eye Is An Evil Eye That

We Disparage Reason. But All The Time It's What We're Most Concerned With. There's Will As Motor And There's Will As Brakes. Reason Is, I Suppose, The Steering Gear.

Nothing Can Make Injustice Just But Mercy.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak, Until We Found It Was Ourselves.

I Could Give All To Time Except--except What I Myself Have Held.

My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were Forced To Give One) Would Be This: Words That Have Become Deeds.