I take with me where I go a pen and a golden bowl;
Poet and beggar step in my shoes, or a prince in a purple shawl.
I bring with me when I return to the house that my father's hands made,
A crooning bird on a chrystal bough and, o, a sad, sad word!
Baptism: A Journey Through Our Time
- Old Welsh Song
- I Saw The Vision Of Armie..
- Minister Of War
- Song In The Blood
- In Guernica
- No Man Is An Island
- All The Pretty Little Hor..
- Gacela Of The Dark Death
- The Parable Of The Old Ma..