Let My Lusts Be My Ruin, Then,

And So It Was I Entered The Broken World To Trace The Visionary Company Of Love, Its Voice An Instant In The Wind (i Know Not Whither Hurled) But Not For Long To Hold Each Desperate Choice.

The Fact That The Bridge Contains Folk Lore And Other Material Suitable To The Epic Form Need Not Therefore Prove Its Failure As A Long Lyric Poem, With Interrelated Sections.

Goodbye, Everybody! (suicide Note)

I Cannot Figure Out Just What Dadaism Is Beyond An Insane Jumble Of The Four Winds, The Six Senses, And Plum Pudding. But If The Baroness Is To Be A Keystone For It, — Then I Think I Can Possibly Know When It Is Coming And Avoid It.

Stars Scribble On Our Eyes The Frosty Sagas, The Gleaming Cantos Of Unvanquished Space. (cape Hatteras