Cris Forster
I Celebrate Myself, and Sing Myself
Cris Forster
A Child Said, What Is the Grass?
Cris Forster
Has Any One Supposed It Lucky to Be Born
Cris Forster
With Music Strong I Come, with My Cornets and My Drums
Cris Forster
This Is the Meal Equally Set, This the Meat for Natural Hunger
Cris Forster
I Am the Poet of the Body and I Am the Poet of the Soul
Cris Forster
Now I Tell What I Knew in Texas in My Early Youth
Cris Forster
Enough! Enough! Enough!
Cris Forster
There Is That in Me–I Do Not Know What It Us–but I Know It Is in Me
Cris Forster
The Past and Present Wilt–I Have Fill'd Them, Emptied Them
Cris Forster
