Nations Have Their Ego, Just Like Individuals.

His Soul Swooned Slowly As He Heard The Snow Falling Faintly Through The Universe And Faintly Falling, Like The Descent Of Their Last End, Upon All The Living And The Dead.

The Sea, The Snotgreen Sea, The Scrotumtightening Sea.

The Heaventree Of Stars Hung With Humid Nightblue Fruit.

There Is An Atmosphere Of Spiritual Effort Here. No Other City Is Quite Like It. I Wake Early, Often At 5 O'clock, And Start Writing At Once.

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.