1. I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.
The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems
2. In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis being sewn on the sly.
The Deleted World
3. The gentle downward slope gets steeper and imperceptibly becomes an abyss.
New Collected Poems
