There Was A Beautiful Time.

If You Love Her", I Said, "you'll Love Somebody Else Someday.

I Said: I Must Remember This, Being Small.

This Is The Light Of The Mind, Cold And Planetary. The Trees Of The Mind Are Black. The Light Is Blue.

Do We Always Grind Through The Present, Doomed To Throw A Gold Haze Of Fond Retrospect Over The Past?

What Did My Arms Do Before They Held You?