Sing, If You Can Sing, And It

I Went To India And Was Quite Taken With It. There's A Feeling There That Things Are Holy First And Useful Second. And In America, We Have It Backwards.

As Long As You're Dancing, You Can Break The Rules.

And It Is Exceedingly Short, His Galloping Life. Dogs Die So Soon. I Have My Stories Of That Grief, No Doubt Many Of You Do Also. It Is Almost A Failure Of Will, A Failure Of Love, To Let Them Grow Old-or So It Feels. We Would Do Anything To Keep Them With Us, And To Keep Them Young. The One Gift We Cannot Give.

Poetry Is A Life-cherishing Force.

But How Did You Come Burning Down Like A Wild Needle, Knowing Just Where My Heart Was?