The emotional responses were unexpected results. Naturally we were hubristic. We underestimate the complexity the intensity of poetry.
Quiet Distraction
A certain quiet distraction made me rather lax with his cigars on the mantel and a hundred books, from sofa to table, every corner stacked.
Looking for the Light
I found that we seem to all be looking for the light.
Hit on the Skull
You fell in love hit on the skull. Pay attention to it no more - You're too young. Get other interests in life!
Mornings Are Good
Mornings are good, as close as it got to innocence, this transition to wakefulness.
Fluttering Hope
Something stirred her heart, fluttering hope swelled to greater echos winding them together weaving her happy influence among them.
Flooding in the Unhappy
In vapid listlessness eyes closed, but not rested. It was a state of dilapidation - at least, of detached interest within me. I had been flooding in the unhappy.
Light Around Her
The light around her rare magic, light of wonder - turning life and sorrow to song.
I Dig Life
I was broke and didn't have a dime, but I just go along. I dig life following no direction.