Love Is A Garment Riven

The Greeks Have Snatched Up Their Spears. They Have Pointed The Helms Of Their Ships Toward The Bulwarks Of Troy.

Light Threatens, Is Active, Is Gone, So It Is With A Song.

Love That I Bear Within My Breast How Is My Armour Melted How My Heart

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.

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