Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet more and more time passes silently. Outside, the…

‘Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow…

Walking around in the park Should feel better than work: The lake, the sunshine, The grass to lie on, Blurred playground noises Beyond black-stockinged nurses – Not a bad place…

They shut me up in Prose – As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet – Still! Could themselves have peeped – And seen my Brain –…

Sweeney: ………………..Life is death. I knew a man once did a girl in― Doris: Oh Mr. Sweeney, please dont talk, I cut the cards before you came And I drew…