And From That Time On I Bathed

I Found I Could Extinguish All Human Hope From My Soul.

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses

I Have Stretched Ropes From Steeple To Steeple; Garlands From Window To Window; Golden Chains From Star To Star, And I Dance.

A Man Who Wants To Mutilate Himself Is Certainly Damned, Isn't He?

Then You'll Feel Your Cheek Scratched... A Little Kiss, Like A Crazy Spider, Will Run Round Your Neck... And You'll Say To Me : "find It !" Bending Your Head - And We'll Take A Long Time To Find That Creature - Which Travels A Lot.