Our freedom as free lancesadvances toward its end;The earth compels, upon itSonnets and birds descend;And soon my friend We shall have no time for dances.

So they were married-to be the more together- And found they were never again so much together, Divided by the morning tea, By the evening paper, By children and tradesmen's bills.

I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.

Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.

Crumbling between the fingers, under the feet, / Crumbling behind the eyes, / Their world gives way and dies / And something twangs and breaks at the end of the street.

Time was away and somewhere else, / There were two glasses and two chairs / And two people with one pulse.

When our brother Fire was having his dog's day / Jumping the London streets with millions of tin cans / Clanking at his tail, we heard some shadow say / `Give the dog a bone'.

Some on commission, some for the love of learning, Some because they have nothing better to do Or because they hope these walls of books will deaden The drumming of the demon in their ears.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.