From Sorrow To Sorrow Love Crosses Its

By Night, Love, Tie Your Heart To Mine, And The Two Together In Their Sleep Will Defeat The Darkness

It Was At That Age That Poetry Came In Search Of Me.

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?

I Do Not Love You-except Because I Love You; I Go From Loving To Not Loving You, From Waiting To Not Waiting For You My Heart Moves From The Cold Into The Fire.

I Love All Things, Not Only The Grand But The Infinitely Small: Thimble, Spurs, Plates, Flower Vases.