Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.
Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.
In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.
Humankind cannot stand reality.
The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby 'it.'