I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Strong sun, that bleach
The curtains of my room, can you not render
Colourless this dress I wear? — This violent plaid
Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe
Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done
Through indolence, high judgments given in haste;
The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste?

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

Learn to love blackness while there is yet time, blackness
Unpatterned, blackness without horizons.