You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here

The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my goodwill, Scattering if freely forever.

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.