. . . Companions Were To Be

Oh, There Was Harm Indeed For A Young Lady Flattered By The Brief Attentions Of A Handsome Man.

You Must Learn To Know The Difference Between Tales And The Truth, My Liza, She Would Say. Fairy Tales Have A Habit Of Ending Too Soon. They Never Show What Happens Afterwards When The Prince And Princess Ride Off The Page.

She Was The Sort Of Person For Whom Fear Was The Natural Response To That Beyond Explanation.

Had Any Poet Adequately Described The Wretched Ugliness Of A Loved One Turned Inside Out With Grief?

I've Heard It Said That Children Born To Stressful Times Never Shake The Air Of Woe . . . .