Each Body Has Its Art.

At A Certain Moment In Social Proceedings, I Am On Fire To Leave: I Have A Leaving-fit.

What Shall I Give My Children? Who Are Poor, / Who Are Adjudged The Leastwise Of The Land...

We Are Each Other's Harvest; We Are Each Other's Business; We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.

A Writer Should Get As Much Education As Possible, But Just Going To School Is Not Enough; If It Were, All Owners Of Doctorates Would Be Inspired Writers.

Poetry Is Life Distilled.