Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are Twenty men crossing a bridge Into a village. - Wallace Stevens

That's what misery is, Nothing to have at heart. It is to have or nothing.<p>It is a thing to have, A lion, an ox in his breast, To feel it breathing there.<p>Corazon, stout dog, Young ox, bow-legged bear, He tastes its blood, not spit.<p>He is like a man In the body of a violent beast. Its muscles are his own...<p>The lion sleeps in the sun. Its nose is on its paws. It can kill a man.

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.