Marriage made people old and familiar, while still young.
We are spirits clad in veils.
He that would earn the Poet's sacred name, Must write for future as for present ages.
Fashion and riches will mask much annoyance.
Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught.
No night so wild but brings the constant sun With love and power untold; No time so dark but through its woof there run Some blessed threads of gold.
December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond summer sympathies ensnared; Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even winter's crystal gems be spared.
It didn't take a trauma to make you wear a mask. It didn't take your parents getting shot. . . or cosmic rays or a power ring. . . Just the perfect combination of loneliness and despair.
Imagine if you borrowed your parents' car without permission and ran it into a tree, how much better you'd feel if you were incorporated.
I understand that unless you have a government of laws, rather than a government of people, you cannot protect dissent. And I understand, as a woman who probably would have been burned in the marketplace for witchcraft only about 200 years ago, that I need the First Amendment more than anybody does. And that even if I am repelled by child pornography or Bob Guccione's productions, that I have to protect those things, because essentially it's in my self-interest to do so.
Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?