Death! I had not thought Death had undone so many.

That corpse you planted last year in your garden$$$ has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

To country people Cows are mild$$$<br>And flee from any stick they throw;<br>But I'm a timid town bred child$$$<br>And all the cattle seem to know.

No place of grace for those who avoid the face<br>No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice.

I do not know much about gods$$$ but I think that the river is a strong brown god-sullen$$$ untamed and intractable . . .

Shall we ever meet again?<br>And who will meet again?<br>Meeting is for strangers.<br>Meeting is for those who do not know each other.

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind$$$ her name is Jennyanydots;<br>Her coat is one of the tabby kind$$$<br>with tiger stripes and leopard spots.

If we all were judged according to the consequences<br>Of all our words and deeds$$$ beyond the intention<br>And beyond our limited understanding<br>Of ourselves and others$$$ we should all be condemned.

I am glad you have a cat$$$ but I do not believe it is so remarkable a cat as My Cat.

Music heard so deeply<br>That it is not heard at all$$$ but<br>you are the music<br>While the music lasts.