When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.

Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.

Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?

This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion, Afraid of no incongruities, Sublime in its audacity, Bizarre breaker of moulds.

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.