The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like

Give Me A Thrill, Says The Reader, Give Me A Kick; I Don't Care How You Succeed, Or What Subject You Pick.

Only In Books The Flat And Final Happens, Only In Dreams We Meet And Interlock.

Life And Literature Is A Question Of What One Thrills To, And Further Than That No Man Shall Ever Go Without Putting His Foot In A Turd.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

And The Case Of Butterflies So Rich It Looks As If All Summer Settled There And Died.