It Is Good Insofar As

I Understand The Phrase "honor The Women" All Too Well: The Poet Has Probably A Wife Of His Own, But He Prefers To Honor Another.

Just As The Queen Bee, The Highest-ranking, Peerless Creature Of Her Hive, Is Surrounded By Lowly Drones To Please Her, Whereas The Workers Produce Honey, The Same Way Is The One Who Sits On The Throne An Equal Only To Himself, And No One's Companion.

Art Is Eternally Young, But The Poet Ages. If Only He Remained As Young As Art! If Only It Aged With Him!

Love Wants To Be Confirmed With Concrete Symbols, But Recklessness Loves Instability.

Do You Call The Jewel Blind, Because Your Eye Is?