Please, God, Send Me Something To Adore.

That Summer When She Was Eighteen, It Seemed Anything Could Happen, Anything At All.

Please, God, Send Me Something To Adore.

Take Me With You. I Want A Doomed Love. I Want Streets At Night, Wind And Rain, No One Wondering Where I Am.

On A Summer Night It Can Be Lovely To Sit Around Outside With Friends After Dinner And, Yes, Read Poetry To Each Other. Keats And Yeats Will Never Let You Down, But It's Differently Exciting To Read The Work Of Poets Who Are Still Walking Around Out There.

Insomniacs Know Better Than Anyone How It Would Be To Haunt A House.