The World Knew You Before You Knew

Every Day Is A God, Each Day Is A God, And Holiness Holds Forth In Time.

Private Life, Book Life, Took Place Where Words Met Imagination Without Passing Through The World.

Writers Serve As The Memory Of A People. They Chew Over Our Public Past.

I Worked So Hard All My Life, And All I Want To Do Now Is Read.

What Is A House But A Bigger Skin, And A Neighborhood Map But The World's Skin Ever Expanding?