She Stood Lost In Eternity Wearing A

In The Mythic Schema Of All Relations Between Men And Women, Man Proposes, And Woman Is Disposed Of.

She Said To The Daisy Girl With Her Big Brown Eyes: 'i Will Not Have It Plain. No. Fancy. It Must Be Fancy!' She Meant Her Future. A Moon-daisy Dropped To The Floor, Down From Her Hair, Like A Faintly Derisive Sign From Heaven.

I See Her As A Series Of Marvellous Shapes Formed At Random In The Kaleidoscope Of Desire.

In A Secular Age, An Authentic Miracle Must Purport To Be A Hoax, In Order To Gain Credit In The World.

Among The Monsters, I Am Well Hidden; Who Looks For A Leaf In A Forest?