For Poets (bear The Word) Half-poets Even,

For None Can Express Thee, Though All Should Approve Thee. I Love Thee So, Dear, That I Only Can Love Thee.

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

Most Illogical Irrational Nature Of Our Womanhood, That Blushes One Way, Feels Another Way, And Prays, Perhaps Another!

My Sun Sets To Raise Again.

Light Tomorrow With Today!