The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts;

I'll Lie Here And Learn How, Over Their Ground, Trees Make A Long Shadow And A Light Sound.

The Terrible Beast, That No One May Understand, Came To My Side, And Put Down His Head In Love.

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.

Intellectuals Range Through The Finest Gradations Of Kind And Quality: From Those Who Are Merely Educated Neurotics, Usually With Strong Hidden Reactionary Tendencies, Through Mediocrities Of All Kinds, To Men Of Real Brains And Sensibility, More Or Less Stiffened Into Various Respectabilities Or Substitutes For Respectability. The Number Of Ignorant Specialists Is Large. The Number Of Hysterics And Compulsives Is Also Large.

Women Have No Wilderness In Them They Are Provident Instead Content In The Tight Hot Cell Of Their Hearts To Eat Dusty Bread.