I Am Not Young Enough To Know

Oh, God, If I Were Sure I Were To Die Tonight I Would Repent At Once. It Is The Commonest Prayer In All Languages.

In Dinner Talk It Is Perhaps Allowable To Fling Any Faggot Rather Than Let The Fire Go Out.

Oh, You Mysterious Girls, When You Are Fifty-two We Shall Find You Out; You Must Come Into The Open Then. If The Mouth Has Fallen Sourly Yours The Blame: All The Meanness Your Youth Concealed Have Been Gathering In Your Face. But The Pretty Thoughts And Sweet Ways And Dear, Forgotten Kindnesses Linger There Also, To Bloom In Your Twilight Like Evening Primroses.

When Ladies Used To Come To Me In Dreams, I Said, 'pretty Mother, Pretty Mother.' But When At Last She Really Came, I Shot Her.

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.