Poetry Is A Search For

All My Life I Have Been Trying To Learn To Read, To See And Hear, And To Write.

Now I Am Here - Now Read Me - Give Me A Name.

What Is There More Of In The World Than Anything Else? Ends.

Give Me Hunger, Pain And Want, Shut Me Out With Shame And Failure From Your Doors Of Gold And Fame, Give Me Your Shabbiest, Weariest Hunger! But Leave Me A Little Love.

I Take You And Pile High The Memories. Death Will Break Her Claws On Some I Keep.