There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

You Can Crush The Flowers, But You Can't Stop The Spring.

Look Around—there's Only One Thing Of Danger For You Here—poetry.

Who Writes Your Name In Letters Of Smoke Among The Stars Of The South? Oh Let Me Remember You As You Were Before You Existed.

She Did Not Speak For Speech Was Unknown To Her.

I Don't Want To Go On Being A Root In The Dark, Vacillating, Stretched Out, Shivering With Sleep, Downward, In The Soaked Guts Of The Earth, Absorbing And Thinking, Eating Each Day.