Hopes Dance Best On Bald Men's Hair

I Thank You God For Most This Amazing Day:for The Leaping Greenly Spirits Of Trees And A Blue True Dream Of Sky; And For Everything Which Is Natural Which Is Infinite Which Is Yes (i Who Have Died Am Alive Again Today, And This Is The Sun's Birthday; This Is The Birth Day Of Life And Of Love And Wings: And Of The Gay Great Happening Illimitably Earth) How Should Tasting Touching Hearing Seeing Breathing Any--lifted From The No Of All Nothing--human Merely Being Doubt Unimaginable You? (now The Ears Of My Ears Awake And Now The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened)

Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear. . .

The Snow Doesn't Give A Soft White Damn Whom It Touches.

Unbeing Dead Isn't Being Alive.

If You Like My Poems Let Them Walk In The Evening, A Little Behind You