My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble,

Dance Until The Earth Dance.

The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.

You Will Not See That Desire Begets Love, Until It All Flames Into One Concise And Metallic Blaze.

She Did Not Look At The Daffodils. They Didn't Mean Anything. She Looked At The Daffodils. She Said, 'thank You For The Daffodils.

I Could Not Accept From Wisdom What Love Taught, Woman Is Perfect.