I am not a teacher. I am an awakener.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.