Love That I Bear Within My Breast

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.

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.

Why Wait For Death To Mow? Why Wait For Death To Sow Us In The Ground?

Light Threatens, Is Active, Is Gone, So It Is With A Song.