It Is No Madness To Say You

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

Lift Up Our Eyes To You? No, God, We Stare And Stare, Upon A Nearer Thing That Greets Us Here, Death, Violent And Near.

A Slight Wind Shakes The Seed-pods My Thoughts Are Spent As The Black Seeds.

Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of Honey And Marble Implacable White Thighs And Goddess, Chaste Daughter Of Zeus.