Sometimes The Given Seems Like Something Taken

A Small Boy Puts His Hand On The Wall, And Looks Down Intently As He Wriggles His Toes. The Birth Of Thought?

Even In Rapture, Part Of The Mind Watches.

Abyss-mongering Makes Professors And Poets Feel Daring.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

New York Loves Itself In An Unkind And Fanatical Way.