I Hate People But I

There Is No Shelter In You Anywhere.

Ah! Up Then From The Ground Sprang I And Hailed The Earth With Such A Cry As Is Not Heard Save From A Man Who Has Been Dead, And Lives Again. About The Trees My Arms I Wound; Like One Gone Mad I Hugged The Ground; I Raised My Quivering Arms On High; I Laughed And Laughed Into The Sky.

Longing Alone Is Singer To The Lute.

The Longest Absence Is Less Perilous To Love Than The Terrible Trials Of Incessant Proximity.

I Am Not Afraid Of Lawyers As I Used To Be. They Are Lambs In Wolves' Clothing.