Beautiful December Grapes, Blue As

At Sixty-three Years Of Age, Less A Quarter, One Still Has Plans.

I Did Not Look For Her, Because I Was Afraid Of Dispelling The Mystery We Attach To People Whom We Know Only Casually.

Smokers, Male And Female, Inject And Excuse Idleness In Their Lives Every Time They Light A Cigarette.

I Want Nothing From Love, In Short, But Love.

Don't Cudgel Your Brains Over My Little Problems.