That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They

Parting They Seemed To Tread Upon The Air, Twin Roses By The Zephyr Blown Apart Only To Meet Again More Close.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i Choose The Latter.

Fast Fading Violets Cover'd Up In Leaves; And Mid-may's Eldest Child, The Coming Musk-rose, Full Of Dewy Wine, The Murmurous Haunt Of Flies On Summer Eves.