You Will Always Be A Hyena.

No One's Serious At Seventeen.

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!

I Have Stretched Ropes From Steeple To Steeple; Garlands From Window To Window; Golden Chains From Star To Star, And I Dance.

Oh! If Only We Were Naked Now, And Free To Watch Our Protruding Parts Align; To Whisper - Both Of Us - In Ecstasy!

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.