Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask

Not To Sink Under Being Man And Wife, But Get Some Color And Music Out Of Life?

There Is Absolutely No Reason For Being Rushed Along With The Rush. Everybody Should Be Free To Go Slow.

So Was I Once Myself A Swinger Of Birches. And So I Dream Of Going Back To Be.

He Thought That I Was After Him For A Feather--- The White One In His Tail: Like One Who Takes Everything Said As Personal To Himself.

A Voice Said, Look Me In The Stars And Tell Me Truly, Men Of Earth, If All The Soul-and-body Scars Were Not Too Much To Pay For Birth.