Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For

I Wonder What Adam And Eve Think Of It By This Time.

Truly As The Sun Can Rot Or Mend, Love Can Make One Bestial Or Make A Beast A Man.

Below The Incandescent Stars / Below The Incandescent Fruit, / The Strange Experience Of Beauty; / Its Existence Is Too Much; / It Tears One To Pieces / And Each Fresh Wave Of Consciousness / Is Poison.

Egotism Is Usually Subversive Of Sagacity.

We Call Them The Brave Who Likely Were Reluctant To Be Brave.