It Only Takes Two Facing Mirrors To

I Saw A Sunset In Queretaro That Seemed To Reflect The Color Of A Rose In Bengal.

What Will Die With Me When I Die, What Pathetic Or Fragile Form Will The World Lose?

How Can We Manage To Illuminate The Pathos Of Our Lives?

In Fact I'm In Too Much Of A Mental Muddle To Know Where I Am - An Idealist Or Not. I'm A Mere Man Of Letters, And I Do What I Can With Those Subjects.

Your Unforgivable Sins Do Not Allow You To See My Splendor.