Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals

Felling A Tree And Gazing At The Cut End - Tonight's Moon

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.

All My Friends / Viewing The Moon – / An Ugly Bunch.