I won’t be sad too often,If they bury me in the libraryWith bookworms in my coffin.

Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses

LibrariesAreNeccessaryGardens,UnsurpassedAtGrowingExcitement

I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.

The rat isthe mous-tacheinthetrache.the wrong-doerinthesoer.