And Yale Is November, Crisp

I Couldn't Forgive Him Or Like Him, But I Saw That What He Had Done Was, To Him, Entirely Justified.

Life Starts All Over Again When It Gets Crisp In The Fall.

He Knew That When He Kissed This Girl, And Forever Wed His Unutterable Visions To Her Perishable Breath, His Mind Would Never Romp Again Like The Mind Of God.

But I Suppose You Must Touch Life In Order To Spring From It.

Receding From Grief, It Seems Necessary To Retrace The Same Steps That Brought Us There.