Form Is Never More Than An Extension

Suddenly The Whole Imagination Of Writing And Editorial And Newspaper And All These Presumptions About Who Am I Reading This, And Who Else Other People May Be, And All That, It's So Grimly Brutal!

My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not To Be Discussed By Me

O Love, Where Are You Leading Me Now?

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.