Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

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)

You shall above all things be glad and young.

The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--

one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.