Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I

I Have Had To Learn The Simplest Things Last. Which Made For Difficulties.

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.