'Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills,' Said that wild old wicked man Who travels where God wills. 'Not to die on the straw at home, Those hands to close the eyes, That is all I ask, my dear, From the old...
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. Maybe at last being but a broken man I must be satisfied with my heart, although Winter and summer till old age began My circus animals...