...i Am The Immense Shadow Of My

Hour Of Stars (1920) The Round Silence Of Night, One Note On The Stave Of The Infinite. Ripe With Lost Poems, I Step Naked Into The Street. The Blackness Riddled By The Singing Of Crickets: Sound, That Dead Will-o'-the-wisp, That Musical Light Perceived By The Spirit. A Thousand Butterfly Skeletons Sleep Within My Walls. A Wild Crowd Of Young Breezes Over The River.

Green How I Love You Green. Green Wind. Green Boughs. The Ship On The Sea And The Horse On The Mountain.

The Only Things That The United States Has Given To The World Are Skyscrapers, Jazz, And Cocktails. That Is All. And In Cuba, In Our America, They Make Much Better Cocktails.

To Burn With Desire And Keep Quiet About It Is The Greatest Punishment We Can Bring On Ourselves.

In Spain, The Dead Are More Alive Than The Dead Of Any Other Country In The World.