End Is A Gloomy Word.

I Turned To Speak To God About The World's Despair But To Make Bad Matters Worse I Found God Wasn't There.

A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never Take Notes In A Love Affair.

Butterflies...flowers That Fly And All But Sing.

Men Work Together, Whether They Work Together Or Apart.

Haven't You Heard, Though, About The Ships Where War Has Found Them Out At Sea, About The Towns Where War Has Come Through Opening Clouds At Night With Droning Speed Further O'erhead Than All But Stars And Angels And Children In The Ships And In The Towns?