A Good Meal Can Somewhat Repair /

They Say Eyes Clear With Age.

Home Is So Sad. It Stays As It Was Left, / Shaped To The Comfort Of The Last To Go / As If To Win Them Back

Life Has A Practice Of Living You, If You Don't Live It.

Never Such Innocence, Never Before Or Since, As Changed Itself To Past Without A Word--the Men Leaving The Gardens Tidy, The Thousands Of Marriages Lasting A Little While Longer: Never Such Innocence Again.

Novels Seem To Me To Be Richer, Broader, Deeper, More Enjoyable Than Poems.