I ADMIT TO THIS
My wholesome love in this
one life for Nature's traps
has been superseded by
nothing alike to that : I
take a partial view of
flowers in the field, and
of tall buildings too. Yet,
I retain my love for things
of other natures. Did I grow
up in a magic time, when
9 was 6 and 6 was 9?
No, no, I cannot now rehearse the
after-growth of what has already gone.
So, you see I am lost but for the carnal.
All else has become my personal spiritual
deliverance. When the dead re-arise, are we
so sure they'll be this happy? Yesterday's
clothes can look pretty crappy.