The mind can be trained to relieve itself on paper.

“One of these days I'm-a make me a book out of you.”

“GraveWhat do you think of my new glassesI asked as I stood under a shade treebe…”

“I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful o…”

“Introduction to Poetry I ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the lightlik…”