Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

The Indignity Of It!- With Everything Blooming Above Me, Lilies, Pale-pink Cyclamen, Roses, Whole Fields Lovely And Inviolate,- Me Down In The Fetor Of Weeds, Crawling On All Fours, Alive, In A Slippery Grave.

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

In A Dark Time, The Eye Begins To See / I Meet My Shadow In The Deepening Shade...dark, Dark My Light, And Darker My Desire.