how fine our distinctions when we cannot choose

“Sleeper in the Valley"The river sings and cuts a hole in the meadow,madly hooki…”

“Buttercups"When we were children our papas were stoutAnd colorless as seaweed o…”

“....One dark night,my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull;I watched for love-ca…”

“If youth is a defect, it is one that we outgrow too soon.”