Does It Follow That Because

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.

The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To Return A Rapacious Look.

We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

Which Of Us Has Not Been Stunned By The Beauty Of An Animal's Skin Or Its Flexibility In Motion?

Not Till The Poets Among Us Can Be "literalists Of The Imagination"-above Insolence And Triviality And Can Present For Inspection, "imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them." Shall We Have It.