Between The Vision And The

What We Know Of Other People's Only Our Memory Of The Moments During Which We Knew Them.

Music Heard So Deeply That It Is Not Heard At All, But You Are The Music While The Music Lasts.

He Laughed Like An Irresponsible Foetus.

The Past And Future / Are Conquered, And Reconciled.

The Nightingales Are Singing Near The Convent Of The Sacred Heart, And Sang Within The Bloody Wood When Agamemnon Cried Aloud, And Let Their Liquid Siftings Fall To Stain The Stiff Dishonored Shroud.