Survival is your strength not your shame.
Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-
The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.
Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.
Tradition: how the vitality of the past enriches the life of the present.