How Much I Desire! Inside

Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of Dark Loneliness

The Sea Darkens And A Wild Duck S Call Is Faintly White.

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?