You Can't Put Off Being Young Until

One Of The Quainter Quirks Of Life Is That We Shall Never Know Who Dies On The Dame Day As We Do Ourselves.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

Here No Elsewhere Underwrites My Existence.

Here Silence Stands Like Heat. Here Leaves Unnoticed Thicken, Hidden Weeds Flower, Neglected Waters Quicken, Luminously-peopled Air Ascends; And Past The Poppies Bluish Neutral Distance Ends The Land Suddenly Beyond A Beach Of Shapes And Shingle. Here Is Unfenced Existence: Facing The Sun, Untalkative, Out Of Reach.

Sex Means Nothing--just The Moment Of Ecstasy, That Flares And Dies In Minutes.