Love, ah Love, when your slipknot's drawn, One can but say, "Farewell, good sense." — Marianne Moore

We are what we were at birth, and each trait has remained

in conformity with earth's and with heaven's logic:

Be the devil's tool, resort to black magic,

None can diverge from the ends which Heaven foreordained.

We Call Them the Brave

who likely were reluctant to be brave.

What of it? We call them brave

perhaps? Yes; what if the time should come

when no one will fight for anything

and there's nothing of worth to save.