The Love Of Freedom Has Been The

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful.

Justice And Mercy/ Are Human Dreams, They Do Not Concern The Birds Nor The Fish Nor Eternal God.

There Is No Reason For Amazement: Surely One Always Knew That Cultures Decay, And Life's End Is Death.

Well: The Day Is A Poem But Too Much Like One Of Jeffers's, Crusted With Blood And Barbaric Omens Painful To Excess, Inhuman As A Hawk's Cry.

Truly Men Hate The Truth; They'd Liefer Meet A Tiger On The Road.