My Candle Burns At Both Ends

Not For The Flag Of Any Land Because Myself Was Born There Will I Give Up My Life. But I Will Love That Land Where Man Is Free, And That Will I Defend.

Ah, I Could Lay Me Down In This Long Grass And Close My Eyes, And Let The Quiet Wind Blow Over Me

I Screamed, And--lo!--infinity Came Down And Settled Over Me

Youth, Have No Pity; Leave No Farthing Here For Age To Invest In Compromise And Fear.

Summer Set Lip To Earth's Bosom Bare, And Left The Flushed Print In A Poppy There. I Will Touch A Hundred Flowers And Not Pick One.