That strange flower, the sun, Is just what you say. Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad..
The President ordains the bee to be Immortal. The President ordains.
Life consists Of propositions about life. The human Revery is a solitude in which We compose these propositions, torn by dreams, <p> By the terrible incantations of defeats And by the fear that the defeats and the dreams are one. <p> The whole race is a poet that writes down The eccentric propositions of its fate.
