The East Is Not For Me--the Sensuous

The Difference Between People Isn't In Their Class, But In Themselves. Only From The Middle Classes One Gets Ideas, And From The Common People--life Itself, Warmth. You Feel Their Hates And Loves.

I Want The Wonder Back Again, Or I Shall Die.

Now In November Nearer Comes The Sun Down The Abandoned Heaven.

While We Live, Let Us Live.

Go Deeper Than Love, For The Soul Has Greater Depths, Love Is Like The Grass, But The Heart Is Deep Wild Rock Molten, Yet Dense And Permanent.