Death is no different whined at than withstood.
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.
The breath that sharpens life is life itself.
How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.
I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any - after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?
It becomes still more difficult to find Words at once true and kind, Or not untrue and not unkind.