I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.
I accept reality and dare not question it.
Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.
When the materials are all prepared and ready, the architects shall appear.
Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!
The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.