In the still, restless night Feathers spread in your skin And pierce your bones like A wild horse, Its footprints a wheezy echo Dotting...

I cannot say where you and I will stand in one year, five years, or ten. My love having sprung from me...

The world embraces him like a gift-- "Set him free," said the old stump, Blurting out some precious oaths The yellow-grayish wall is like...