We Are All Here On Earth To

Defenceless Under The Night Our World In Stupor Lies; Yet, Dotted Everywhere, Ironic Points Of Light Flash Out Wherever The Just Exchange Their Messages: May I, Composed Like Them Of Eros And Of Dust, Beleaguered By The Same Negation And Despair, Show An Affirming Flame.

If Equal Affection Cannot Be, Let The More Loving Be Me.

Words Have No Word For Words That Are Not True.

About Suffering They Were Never Wrong, The Old Masters.

I'll Love You Till The Ocean Is Folded And Hung Up To Dry And The Seven Stars Go Squawking Like Geese About The Sky.