Do You Hear The Children Singing?

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

Poets And Kings Are But The Clerks Of Time, Tiering The Same Dull Webs Of Discontent, Clipping The Same Sad Alnage Of The Years.

I Mean You Last As Long As Lies.

Shake The Tree Of Life Itself And Bring Down Fruits Unheard Of.

I Wonder More And More Just Where I May Have Come Out If I Had Never Seen Harvard Square.