I Am No Prophet-and Here's No Great

My Name Is Only An Anagram Of Toilets.

I Had Seen Birth And Death But Had Thought They Were Different.

Life Is Long Between The Desire And The Spasm.

The Poet's Mind Is In Fact A Receptacle For Seizing And Storing Up Numberless Feelings, Phrases, Images, Which Remain There Until All The Particles Which Can Unite To Form A New Compound Are Present Together.

At The Beach - Time You Enjoyed Wasting, Is Not Wasted.