I'm Not In The Least Southern; I'm

Life Is The Thing--the Song Of Life-- The Eager Plow, The Thirsty Knife!

I Love You, What Star Do You Live On?

We Were All Born Of Flesh, In A Flare Of Pain. We Do Not Remember The Red Roots Whence We Rose, But We Know That We Rose And Walked, That After A While We Shall Lie Down Again.

I'm Not In The Least Southern; I'm Entirely New England.

Death Is One Dream Out Of Another Flowing.