Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor

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

Love Has No Charm When Love Is Swept To Earth: You'd Make A Lop-winged God, Frozen And Contrite, Of God Up-darting, Winged For Passionate Flight.

Our Minds Can Go No Further. The Human Imagination Is Capable Of No Further Expression Of Beauty Than The Carved Owl Of Athene, The Archaic, Marble Serpent, The Arrogant Selfish Head Of The Acropolis Apollo.

Who Dreams Of A Son, Save One, Childless, Having No Bright Face To Flatter Its Own, Who Dreams Of A Son?

Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor Hate For A Cry, But God With A Song