There Is No Method But To Be

I Should Have Been A Pair Of Ragged Claws/ Scuttling Across The Floors Of Silent Seas.

And Went On In Sunlight, Into The Hofgarten, And Drank Coffee, And Talked For An Hour.

This Is One Moment, / But Know That Another / Shall Pierce You With A Sudden Painful Joy.

Now That Lilacs Are In Bloom She Has A Bowl Of Lilacs In Her Room And Twists One In Her Fingers While She Talks. "ah, My Friend, You Do Not Know, You Do Not Know What Life Is, You Who Hold It In Your Hands"; (slowly Twisting The Lilac Stalks) "you Let It Flow From You, You Let It Flow, And Youth Is Cruel, And Has No Remorse And Smiles At Situations Which It Cannot See." I Smile, Of Course, And Go On Drinking Tea.

Every Nation, Every Race, Has Not Only Its Own Creative, But Its Own Critical Turn Of Mind; And Is Even More Oblivious Of The Shortcomings And Limitations Of Its Critical Habits Than Of Those Of Its Creative Genius.