I Could Not Stop For

When We Think Of His Lone Effort To Live And Its Bleak Reward, The Mind Turns To The Myth "for His Mercy Endureth Forever," With Confiding Revulsion.

God, Keep Me From What They Call 'households,'

The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands / To Gather Paradise-.

September's Baccalaureate A Combination Is Of Crickets - Crows - And Retrospects And A Dissembling Breeze That Hints Without Assuming - An Innuendo Sear That Makes The Heart Put Up Its Fun And Turn Philosopher.

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.