Beloved, Let Us Live So

And I Must Bear What Is Ordained With Patience, Being Aware Necessity Doth Front The Universe With An Invincible Gesture.

And Lips Say “god Be Pitiful,” Who Ne'er Said “god Be Praised.”

For Frequent Tears Have Run; The Colours From My Life.

Suddenly, As Rare Things Will, It Vanished.

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental; It Rejects The Edifying Cathedral And Indelibly Photographs The Small Boy Outside, Chewing A Hunk Of Melon In The Dust.