I Tried Good Taste, But The Strain

A Beautiful Woman Peers Out Her Window, As Full Of Envy As The Harridan Who Peers Up At Her From The Street.

Boredom Turns To Panic If My Beloved Leaves Before The Usual Time.

As Desire Recedes, The World Becomes Clear, Pale, And Empty.

The Noisy Vacancy Of Youth, The Quiet Vacancy Of Age.

The Grand Style Is Available Now Only In Old Poems, Museums, And Parodies.