As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame

Horrible to say, in a manner I am a Communist.

I find myself both as man and as myself something more determined and distinctive, at pitch, more distinctive and higher pitched than anything else I see.

No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.