For You Are Abstract, Making

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.

Love, Why Have You Sought The Horde Of Spearsmen, Why The Tent Achilles Pitched Beside The River-ford?

Ardent Yet Chill And Formal, How I Ache To Tempt A Chisel As A Sculptor.

I Will Be Free, No Lover's Kiss To Bind Me To Earth, No Bliss Of Love To Counteract Actual Bliss.