And So We Turn The Page Over.

The Soul Establishes Itself. But How Far Can It Swim Out Through The Eyes And Still Return Safely To Its Nest?

Once You've Lived In France, You Don't Want To Live Anywhere Else, Including France.

Silly Girls Your Heads Full Of Boys

One Can Lose A Good Idea By Not Writing It Down, Yet By Losing It One Can Have It: It Nourishes Other Asides It Knows Nothing Of, Would Not Recognize Itself In, Yet When The Negotiations Are Terminated, Speaks In The Acts Of That Progenitor, And Does Recognize Itself, Is Grateful For Not Having Done So Earlier.

The Poem Is Sad Because It Wants To Be Yours, And Cannot Be.