I Was A Late Bloomer. But Anyone

I Did Not Deceive Him, He Did Not Deceive Me, I Did Not Leave Him, He Did Not Leave Me, I Freed Him, He Freed Me.

When Anyone Escapes, My Heart / Leaps Up. Even When It's I Who Am Escaped From, / I Am Half On The Side Of The Leaver.

At One Point I Took On A New Job, And I Just Didn't Have Time To Do Anything But Work.

The Amount Of Horror One Used To Hear About In One Village Could Be Quite Extreme. But One Might Not Have Heard About All The Other Villages' Horrors At The Same Time.

.. To A Poet, The Human Community Is Like The Community Of Birds To A Bird, Singing To Each Other. Love Is One Of The Reasons We Are Singing To One Another, Love Of Language Itself, Love Of Sound, Love Of Singing Itself, And Love Of The Other Birds.