Not dark, but secret light.
These green and swelling hills, crowned with white tents,
Like vast green waves, white-foaming at the top.
Hunger and a whip: with these we tame wild beasts. So, to tame us, God continually keeps our hearts hungry for love, and continually lashes our souls with the thongs of relentless circumstance.
Star-drops lingering after sunlight's rain.
The earth, a grain of pollen dropped in the vast calyx of Heaven.
Our beliefs needed pruning, that they might bring forth more fruit: and so Science came.
I, the artist, fought with a Knight that was cased in a mail of gold; and my weapon, with all my art, would not penetrate his armor. Gold is a soft metal, but makes the hardest hauberk of all. What shall I do to pierce this covering? For I am hungry for this man, this business man of stocks and drygoods, and now it seems as if there were no pleasure nor hope nor life for me until I win him to my side.
My Desire is round,
It is a great globe.