February dawn — frost on the path. Where I paced all winter.

Should we only be interested to view the cherry blossoms at their peak$$$ or the moon when it is full? To yearn for the moon when it is raining$$$ or to be closed up in ones room$$$ failing to notice the passing of Spring$$$ is far more moving. Treetops just before they break into blossom$$$ or gardens strewn with fallen flowers are just as worthy of notice. There is much to see in them.

Oh ye! Who have your eye-balls vexed and tired$$$ feast them upon the wideness of the sea.

I have clung To nothing$$$ lov'd a nothing$$$ nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!

For many a time I have been half in love with easeful death. Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme$$$ to take into the air my quiet breath.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith$$$ or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

I don't act$$$ anyway. The stuff is all injected as we go along. My pictures are made without script or written directions of any kind

Perhaps they don't realize where they were$$$ so they went on living.

They say ignorance is bliss.... they're wrong.

Living toys are something novel$$$ but it soon wears off somehow.