Death Devours All Lovely Things.

O Troubled Forms, O Early Love Unfortunate And Hard, Time Has Estranged You Into A Jewel Cold And Pure

For The Body At Best Is A Bundle Of Aches, Longing For Rest; It Cries When It Wakes.

She Learned Her Hands In A Fairy-tale, And Her Mouth On A Valentine.

April Comes Like An Idiot, Babbling And Strewing Flowers.

I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed By All The Needs And Notions Of My Kind.