Light Threatens, Is Active, Is Gone, So

I Smiled, I Waited, I Was Circumspect; O Never, Never, Never Write That I Missed Life Or Loving.

Our Minds Can Go No Further. The Human Imagination Is Capable Of No Further Expression Of Beauty Than The Carved Owl Of Athene, The Archaic, Marble Serpent, The Arrogant Selfish Head Of The Acropolis Apollo.

No One Knows The Colour Of A Flower Till It Is Broken.

For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes Out Life.

Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward Me To Learn Of Love.