The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And

A Thousand Policemen Directing Traffic Cannot Tell You Why You Come Or Where You Go.

For I Have Known Them All Already, Known Them All— Have Known The Evenings, Mornings, Afternoons, I Have Measured Out My Life With Coffee Spoons.

In The Room The Women Come And Go Talking Of Michelangelo.

Whatever You Do, Don't Whimper, But Take The Consequences.

I Say To You: Make Perfect Your Will. / I Say: Take No Thought Of The Harvest, / But Only Of Proper Sowing.