Joshua Crawford:
What, have I thus betrayed my liberty?
Joshua Crawford:
O eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move
Joshua Crawford:
Come let me write. 'And to what end?'
Joshua Crawford:
Reason, in faith thou are well served
Joshua Crawford:
Broidered with bulls and swans
Joshua Crawford:
The Mysteries of Every Single Bird were Shown One at a Time to Solomon
Joshua Crawford:
If this bad name has not a hellish root, then why has it a taste of hell about it?
Joshua Crawford:
The Greengrocer and the Parrot
Joshua Crawford:
En Robe de Parade
Joshua Crawford:
Samain
Joshua Crawford:
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
Joshua Crawford:
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens
Joshua Crawford:
They Don't Keep This Room as Tidy as the Other
Joshua Crawford:
Being So Many Different Sizes in a Day is Very Confusing
Joshua Crawford:
Inconstancy, boredom, anxiety
Joshua Crawford:
The parrot wipes its beak although it is clean
Joshua Crawford:
Let us then strive to think well; that is the basic principle of morality
Joshua Crawford:
The eternal silence of these infinite spaces fills me with dread
Joshua Crawford:
Everything that is incomprehensible does not cease to exist
Joshua Crawford:
Not worthy but not incapable of being made worthy
Joshua Crawford:
2. To take everything spiritually
Joshua Crawford:
1. To take everything literally
Joshua Crawford:
Two Errors
Joshua Crawford:
Take this waltz with a clamp on its jaw
Joshua Crawford:
Gather up the board games we used to play
Joshua Crawford:
I was born in this hotel
Joshua Crawford:
Coming back from the convalescent home
Joshua Crawford:
Staring at sports cars... crying
Joshua Crawford:
Magazines and free soda
Joshua Crawford:
My windshield wipers have fallen in love
