Lyrics of Life

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of an...

I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when...

In days gone by I used to be A potter who would feel His fingers mould the yielding clay To patterns on his wheel; But now, through wi...