Each body has its art.
We don't ask a flower any special reason for its existence. We just look at it and are able to accept it as being something different from ourselves.
Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
I shall create! If not a note, a hole./If not an overture, a desecration.
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.