What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you..

That's the main business of the poem!-to see if you can't make up a language that sets all your selves talking at once-all of them being fair to each….

What is our praise or pride but to imagine excellence and try to make it? What does it say over the door of heaven; but, homo (sapiens) fecit?.

It is not tricks of sense But the time's fright within me which distracts Least fancies into violence.

Happy in all that ragged, loose collapse of water, the fountain, its effortless descent and flatteries of spray..

Whatever pains disease may bring Are but the tangy seasoning To Loves delicious fare..

Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry, Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam And clear dances done in the sight of heaven..

The eye is pleased when nature stoops to art..

Try to remember this: what you project Is what you will perceive; what you perceive With any passion, be it love or terror, May take on whims and pow….