If There Is A Witness To My

And It Was As If Fate Had Betrayed The Soldier. In Death It Exposed To His Enemies That Poverty Which In Life He Had Perhaps Concealed From His Friends.

The Man Had Arrived At That Stage Of Drunkenness Where Affection Is Felt For The Universe.

Everything Is Bicycle.

Such An Assemblage Of The Spraddle-legged Men Of The Middle Class, Whose Hands Were Bent And Shoulders Stooped From Delving And Constructing, Had Never Appeared To An Asbury Park Summer Crowd, And The Latter Was Vaguely Amused.

If I Am Going To Be Drowned – If I Am Going To Be Drowned – If I Am Going To Be Drowned, Why In The Name Of The Seven Mad Gods Who Rule The Sea, Was I Allowed To Come Thus Far And Contemplate Land And Trees?