The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.
All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.
There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music
Our aspirations are our responsibilities.
Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.