“Ay call it holy ground The soil where first they trod They have left unstained what there they found - Freedom to worship God.”

“The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.”

“There is none In all this cold and hollow world no fount Of deep strong deathless love save that within A mother's heart.”

“The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast. And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd.”

“Ay call it holy ground The soil where first they trod They have left unstained what there they found - Freedom to worship God.”

“The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.”

“But youre out of another world old kid You ought to live on top of the Woolworth Building in an apartment made of cutglass and cherry blossoms.”

“[Poem: Slates of Grey]Sullen faces like slates of greyWhat Id seen on a walk today.Bodies rushing bodies boltingTime for life a disregarding.Money to make and to grow oldWhat about the hands to hol...”

“I would describe the distinction between city and landscape like this: cities tend to excite and agitate me; they make me feel big or small, self-confident, proud, curious, excited, tense, annoyed....”