The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.

All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.

'Don't let him cut my hand off- The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!' So. But the hand was gone already.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He's more particular.... The father is always a Republican towards his son, an…

There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.

I do want to get rich but I never want to do what there is to do to get rich. ~ Ch. 3

Artists shouldn't be made famous. You know... they're just ... as important as... um doctors, and priests ... or maybe not as important sometimes, and yet they…