I Dwell In Possibility.

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.

Publication - Is The Auction Of The Mind.

Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift No Other Gift Supplies.

Besides The Autumn Poets Sing, A Few Prosaic Days, A Little This Side Of The Snow, And That Side Of The Haze..., Grant Me, Oh Lord, A Sunny Mind- Thy Windy Will To Bear!

Judge Tenderly Of Me.