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

i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of gren thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press --in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss

for whenever men are right they are not young

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.

may i be i is the only prayer--not may i be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong today... may i be me....five foot eleven, brown hair/eyed, smart, serious, happy, frustrated, impatient, joyful, running, sleeping, smiling, eating, trying, believing, listening, being & becoming.

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid