may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.

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

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.

i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle Sol and started a worm farm)

-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

love is the every only god

Let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel.