We say God and the imagination are one . . . How high that highest candle lights the dark.
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayChildren picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill;
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayI'm Reginald Clark, I'm afraid of the dark So please do not close this book on me.
Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein