Teach As An Old Fishing Guide Takes

I Have Gone Into The Waste Lonely Places

I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into Songs.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.