All Recurring Joy Is Pain Refined.

Oh! To Be A Butterfly Still, Upon A Flower, Winking With Its Painted Wings, Happy In The Hour.

Not A Softness Anywhere About Me, Only Whalebone And Brocade.

All Recurring Joy Is Pain Refined.

A Man Must Be Sacrificed Now And Again To Provide For The Next Generation Of Men.

Polyphonic Prose Is A Kind Of Free Verse, Except That It Is Still Freer. Polyphonic Makes Full Use Of Cadence, Rime, Alliteration, Assonance.