Living In England Has No Such Excuse:

Here No Elsewhere Underwrites My Existence.

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live.

Parting Is A Training Streamer,lingering Like Leaves In Autumn.

In Times When Nothing Stood But Worsened, Or Grew Strange, There Was One Constant Good: She Did Not Change.

Uncontradicting Solitude Supports Me On Its Giant Palm; And Like A Sea-anemone Or Simple Snail, There Cautiously Unfolds, Emerges, What I Am.