my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height

Women and men (both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain: all by all and deep by dee…

and nothing quite so least as truth -i say though hate were why men breathe- because my father lived his soul love is the whole and more than all

ye!the godless are the dull and the dull are the damned

She was unusual because even though I knew her family was as poor as ours, nothing she said or did seemed touched by that. Or by prejudice. Or by anything the …

If I grow up I'll be a singer, wearing rings on every finger Not worrying what they or you say, I'll live and love and maybe someday Who knows baby you may com…

Sure, for all our blindness; secure, for all our helplessness; strong, for all our weakness; gaily in love, for all the pressures on our hearts.