Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not

If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry.

Take All Away From Me, But Leave Me Ecstasy, And I Am Richer Then Than All My Fellow Men-.

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.

When He Tells Us About His Father, We Distrust Him. When He Shows Us His Home, We Turn Away, But When He Confides To Us That He Is Acquainted With Grief, We Listen, For That Also Is An Acquaintance Of Our Own.