Dance Until The Earth Dance.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

Love Is A Garment Riven In The Light That Rises From Parnassus, Showing The Night Is Over.

No Man Will Be Present In Those Mysteries, Yet All Men Will Kneel, No Man Will Be Potent, Important, Yet All Men Will Feel What It Is To Be A Woman.

The Fallen Hazel-nuts, Stripped Late Of Their Green Sheaths, The Grapes, Red-purple, Their Berries Dripping With Wine, Pomegranates Already Broken, And Shrunken Fig, And Quinces Untouched, I Bring Thee As Offering.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us