We Are Like Trees. We Wear All

Nations, Like Plants And Human Beings, Grow. And If The Development Is Thwarted They Are Dwarfed And Overshadowed.

Upon The Clothes Behind The Tenement, That Hang Like Ghosts Suspended From The Lines, Linking Each Flat, But To Each Indifferent, Incongruous And Strange The Moonlight Shines.

If A Man Is Not Faithful To His Own Individuality, He Cannot Be Loyal To Anything.

And, Hungry For The Old, Familiar Ways, I Turned Aside And Bowed My Head And Wept.

Adventure-seasoned And Storm-buffeted, I Shun All Signs Of Anchorage, Because The Zest Of Life Exceeds The Bound Of Laws.