All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.
Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.
The Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weed stalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky
Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.
I pick the hair from her eyes and watch her misery with compassion.
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind.