Send Me Out Into Another Life Lord

Now All My Teachers Are Dead Except Silence.

If There'd Been A Better-balanced Society, Where There Were Other Ways Of Making A Decent Living, I Think It Might Have Been Different. That's Not The Way This Setup Work.

Sitting Over Words Very Late I Have Heard A Kind Of Whispered Sighing Not Far Like A Night Wind In Pines Or Like The Sea In The Dark The Echo Of Everything That Has Ever Been Spoken Still Spinning Its One Syllable Between The Earth And Silence.

My Words Are The Garment Of What I Shall Never Be Like The Tucked Sleeve Of A One-armed Boy.

I Have Been Younger In October Than In All The Months Of Spring.