Brighter Than Fireflies Upon The Uji River

Hate Is Ravening Vulture Beaks Descending On A Place Of Skulls.

My! Ain't Men Blinder'n Moles?

The Stigma Of Oddness Is The Price A Myopic World Always Exacts Of Genius.

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin, A Basin In The Midst Of Hedges Grown So Thick, She Cannot See Her Lover Hiding, But She Guesses He Is Near, And The Sliding Of The Water Seems The Stroking Of A Dear Hand Upon Her.

Guarded Within The Old Red Wall's Embrace, Marshalled Like Soldiers In Gay Company, The Tulips Stand Arrayed. Here Infantry Wheels Out Into The Sunlight.