I Only Know That Summer Sang In

What Terrible Fear Causes Man To Address The Void As Thou?

I Am All The Time Talking About You, And Bragging, To One Person Or Another. I Am Like The Ancient Mariner, Who Had A Tale In His Heart He Must Unfold To All. I Am Always Buttonholing Somebody And Saying, "someday You Must Meet My Mother."

Night Falls Fast. Today Is In The Past. Blown From The Dark Hill Hither To My Door Three Flakes, Then Four Arrive, Then Many More.

It's Not Love's Going Hurts My Days But That It Went In Little Ways.

I Am Not A Tentative Person. Whatever I Do, I Give Up My Whole Self To It.