I May Die Of Earthly Love, Or

You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss Fluttering, A Tiny Scrap Of Life.

I Shed More Tears Than God Could Ever Have Required.

Stronger Than Alcohol, Vaster Than Poetry, Ferment The Freckled Red Bitterness Of Love!

I May Die Of Earthly Love, Or Of Devotion.

I'm Now Making Myself As Scummy As I Can. Why? I Want To Be A Poet, And I'm Working At Turning Myself Into A Seer. You Won't Understand Any Of This, And I'm Almost Incapable Of Explaining It To You. The Idea Is To Reach The Unknown By The Derangement Of All The Senses. It Involves Enormous Suffering, But One Must Be Strong And Be A Born Poet. It's Really Not My Fault.