Billings, MT USA
As for myself,
Where I first met the bitter scent
I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,
sniff them and think, and sniff again
Once more to think what it is I am remembering,
Always in vein.
I cannot like the scent,
Yet I would rather give up others more sweet,
With no meaning, than this bitter one...
***For myself I Live,
Live intensely and am fed by life,
and my value, whatever it be, is in my own kind of expression
of that. -Henry James