Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor

Cheat Me Not With Time, With The Dull Ache Of Flesh, For All Flesh Turns, Even The Loveliest Ankle And Frail Thigh, To Bitterest Dust.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

Until It Seems The Whole City Will Be Covered With Gold Pollen Shaken From The Bell-towers, Lilies Plundered With The Weight Of Massive Bees . . .

War Is A Fevered God Who Takes Alike Maiden And King And Clod.

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?