Beware, least you inspire in me not an act But a cobweb on the soul– “How do you say no in an attempt?” No man ever did—an elemental balm. For men the work of God’s creation drives A tradition up against the wall. You must nurture it, watch it, like a newborn— Otherwise, the spark can travel the path of stone. For us the breast undoes itself over and over: Just like the fingernail grows...










