How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."
We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.
The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.