Hope Is An Echo, Hope Ties Itself

The Scholars And Poets Of An Earlier Time Can Be Read Only With A Dictionary To Help.

I Have In Later Years Taken To Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, In An Elemental Way.

The Buffaloes Are Gone. And Those Who Saw The Buffaloes Are Gone.

There Is An Eagle In Me That Wants To Soar, And There Is A Hippopotamus In Me That Wants To Wallow In The Mud.

Lips Half-willing In A Doorway. Lips Half-singing At A Window. Eyes Half-dreaming In The Walls. Feet Half-dancing In A Kitchen. Even The Clocks Half-yawn The Hours And The Farmers Make Half-answers.