Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.

hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young

Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)

Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.

The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.

When skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man