Sexual Love Is The Most Stupendous Fact

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin, A Basin In The Midst Of Hedges Grown So Thick, She Cannot See Her Lover Hiding, But She Guesses He Is Near, And The Sliding Of The Water Seems The Stroking Of A Dear Hand Upon Her.

Happiness, To Some, Elation; Is, To Others, Mere Stagnation.

So With The Stretch Of The White Road Before Me, Shining Snow Crystals Rainbowed By The Sun, Fields That Are White, Stained With Long, Cool, Blue Shadows, Strong With The Strength Of My Horse As We Run. Joy In The Touch Of The Wind And The Sunlight! Joy! With The Vigorous Earth I Am One.

Hate Is Ravening Vulture Beaks Descending On A Place Of Skulls.

Freighted With Hope, Crimsoned With Joy, We Scatter The Leaves Of Our Opening Rose.