Could Beauty Be Beaten Out,

She Did Not Look At The Daffodils. They Didn't Mean Anything. She Looked At The Daffodils. She Said, 'thank You For The Daffodils.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

Think Of The Moment You Count Most Foul In Your Life; Conjure It, Supplicate, Pray To It; Your Face Is Bleak, You Retract, You Dare Not Remember It.

I Could Not Accept From Wisdom What Love Taught, Woman Is Perfect.

For You Are Abstract, Making No Mistake, Slurring No Word In The Rhythm You Make, The Poem, Writ In The Air.