Love Is The Whole And More Than

In The Street Of The Sky Night Walks Scattering Poems

By The Way, A Gendarme Assured Me This Is Not A Prison.

Do Not Hate Or Fear The Artist In Yourselves... Honor And Love Him...do Not Try To Possess Him. Trust Him As Nobly As You Trust Tomorrow. Only The Artist In Yourself Is More Truthful Than The Night.

Writingis An Art; And Artistsare Human Beings. As A Human Being Stands, So A Human Being Is

-before Leaving My Room I Turn, And (stooping Through The Morning) Kiss This Pillow, Dear Where Our Heads Lived And Were.