Whose Hearts Must I Break?

One Evening I Sat Beauty On My Knees – And I Found Her Bitter – And I Reviled Her.

Once, If I Remember Well, My Life Was A Feast Where All Hearts Opened And All Wines Flowed.

It Was The Voice Of Mad Seas, Roaring Immense,/ That Shattered Your Infant Breast, Too Soft, Too Human.

Yet This Is The Watch By Night. Let Us All Accept New Strength, And Real Tenderness. And At Dawn, Armed With Glowing Patience, We Will Enter The Cities Of Glory.

Now I Am An Outcast. I Loathe My Country. The Best Thing For Me Is A Drunken Sleep On The Beach.