Stars Scribble On Our Eyes The Frosty

There Are Several More Careers More Engaging To Follow Than That Of Poetry. But The Circumstances Of One's Birth, The Conduct Of One's Parents, The Current Economic Structure Of Society, And A Thousand Other Local Factors Have As Much Or More To Say About Successions To Such Occupations, The Naive Volitions Of The Poet To The Contrary.

And So She Comes To Dream Herself The Tree, The Wind Possessing Her, Weaving Her Young Veins, Holding Her To The Sky And Its Quick Blue, Drowning The Fever Of Her Hands In Sunlight. She Has No Memory, Nor Fear, Nor Hope Beyond The Grass And Shadows At Her Feet.

Your Primary Presumption That The Bridge Was Proffered As An Epic Has No Substantial Foundation. You Know Quite Well That I Doubt That Our Present Stage Of Cultural Development Is So Ordered Yet As To Provide The Means Or Method For Such An Organic Manifestation As That.

Permit Me Voyage, Love, Into Your Hands.

It Has Taken A Great Deal Of Energy, Which Has Not Been So Difficult To Summon As The Necessary Patience To Wait, Simply Wait Much Of The Time - Until My Instincts Assured Me That I Had Assembled My Materials In Proper Order For A Final Welding Into Their Natural Form.