Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order

When I Was Writing Pretty Poor Poetry, This Girl With Midnight Black Hair Told Me To Go On.

The Sea Is Always The Same: And Yet The Sea Always Changes.

The People Know What The Land Knows.

In The Night The Cabbages Catch At The Moon, The Leaves Drip Silver, The Rows Of Cabbages Are A Series Of Little Silver Waterfalls In The Moon.

Poetry Is A Puppet-show, Where Riders Of Skyrockets And Divers Of Sea Fathoms Gossip About The Sixth Sense And The Fourth Dimension.