I Have Been Holding A

What Is So Real As The Cry Of A Child? A Rabbit's Cry May Be Wilder But It Has No Soul.

It Is Awful To Want To Go Away And To Want To Go Nowhere.

They Would Grow Old. They Would Forget Me.

And The Danger Is That In This Move Toward New Horizons And Far Directions, That I May Lose What I Have Now, And Not Find Anything Except Loneliness

I Could Feel The Winter Shaking My Bones And Banging My Teeth Together.