And striped the snowy horses of the clouds with zebra gashes ...
You have debauched the world! And as I sit here weary,
Deafened with your demands and torn in tatters,
The world seems suddenly most passionless and dreary,
A poor bewildered clown—and nothing matters.
1916
My pain has all the patience of a nun
Who kneels and prays for Heaven on the stone,