In Every House Of Marriage There's Room

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.

I Can Hardly Wait For Tomorrow, It Means A New Life For Me Each And Every Day.

How Shall The Heart Be Reconciled / To Its Feast Of Losses?

I Like An Ending That's Both A Door And A Window.