Home Is So Sad. It Stays As

Death Is No Different Whined At Than Withstood.

... Everyone Young Going Down The Long Slide To Happiness, Endlessly.

Life Has A Practice Of Living You, If You Don't Live It.

Only One Ship Is Seeking Us, A Black-sailed Unfamiliar, Towing At Her Backa Huge And Birdless Silence. In Her Wakeno Waters Breed Or Break.

Never Such Innocence, Never Before Or Since, As Changed Itself To Past Without A Word--the Men Leaving The Gardens Tidy, The Thousands Of Marriages Lasting A Little While Longer: Never Such Innocence Again.