Scorching My Seared Heart With

A Man's Grammar, Like Caesar's Wife, Must Not Only Be Pure, But Above Suspicion Of Impurity.

The Rain Came Down Upon My Head - Unshelter'd. And The Wind Rendered Me Mad And Deaf And Blind.

All Suffering Originates From Craving, From Attachment, From Desire.

If A Poem Hasn't Ripped Apart Your Soul; You Haven't Experienced Poetry.

Decorum -- That Bug-bear Which Deters So Many From Bliss Until The Opportunity For Bliss Has Forever Gone By.