I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To

What Have I Done, Dear God, To Deserve This Perpetual Feeling That I'm Almost Ready To Begin Something Really New?

I Have Gone Into The Waste Lonely Places

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.