Life Is The Thing--the Song Of Life--

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

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

I Really Don't Know Enough About The Structure Of Fiction.

Separate We Come, And Separate We Go, And This Be It Known, Is All That We Know.

The Wind Shrieks, The Wind Grieves; It Dashes The Leaves On Walls, It Whirls Then Again; And The Enormous Sleeper Vaguely And Stupidly Dreams And Desires To Stir, To Resist A Ghost Of Pain.