...if You Do Not Even Understand What

Our Minds Can Go No Further. The Human Imagination Is Capable Of No Further Expression Of Beauty Than The Carved Owl Of Athene, The Archaic, Marble Serpent, The Arrogant Selfish Head Of The Acropolis Apollo.

Words Were Her Plague And Words Were Her Redemption.

Fall The Deep Curtains, Delicate The Weave, Fair The Thread.

Love Has No Charm When Love Is Swept To Earth: You'd Make A Lop-winged God, Frozen And Contrite, Of God Up-darting, Winged For Passionate Flight.

It Is No Madness To Say You Will Fall, You Great Cities.