But did not join the dance,
Unmoved, he saw white arms and throats,
Unloving, caught Love’s glance.
I asked him why he cared to live,
“Because,” responded he,—
“I like to watch these pictures
Of the things inside of me.”
Claude F. Bragdon.
But did not join the dance,
Unmoved, he saw white arms and throats,
Unloving, caught Love’s glance.
I asked him why he cared to live,
“Because,” responded he,—
“I like to watch these pictures
Of the things inside of me.”
Claude F. Bragdon.