His Face Was Filled With Broken Commandments.

Heaven To Me's A Fair Blue Stretch Of Sky, Earth's Jest A Dusty Road.

In The Dark Room Where I Began My Mother's Life Made Me A Man. Through All The Months Of Human Birth Her Beauty Fed My Common Earth. I Cannot See, Nor Breathe, Nor Stir, But Through The Death Of Some Of Her.

It Ought To Have Gangsters, And Aeroplanes And A Lot Of Automatic Pistols.

Life Is A Long Headache In A Noisy Street.

I Have Seen The Lady April Bringing The Daffodils, Bringing The Springing Grass And The Soft Warm April Rain.