Love: A Burnt Match Skating In A

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.

One Must Be Drenched In Words, Literally Soaked In Them.

Love: A Burnt Match Skating In A Urinal.

It Has Taken A Great Deal Of Energy, Which Has Not Been So Difficult To Summon As The Necessary Patience To Wait, Simply Wait Much Of The Time - Until My Instincts Assured Me That I Had Assembled My Materials In Proper Order For A Final Welding Into Their Natural Form.

And I Have Been Able To Give Freedom And Life Which Was Acknowledged In The Ecstasy Of Walking Hand In Hand Across The Most Beautiful Bridge Of The World, The Cables Enclosing Us And Pulling Us Upward In Such A Dance As I Have Never Walked And Never Can Walk With Another.