Leave My Loneliness Unbroken

From A Proud Tower In The Town, Death Looks Gigantically Down.

Let Us Dismiss, As Irrelevant To The Poem Per Se, The Circumstance ... Which, In The First Place, Gave Rise To The Intention Of Composing A Poem That Should Suit At Once The Popular And The Critical Taste.

Sound Loves To Revel In A Summer Night.

All Suffering Originates From Craving, From Attachment, From Desire.

Even With The Utterly Lost, To Whom Life And Death Are Equally Jests, There Are Matters Of Which No Jest Can Be Made.