I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.

But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.

Psyche--the soul
In a wave of abstract art
Living in one infinite painting
of dizzying swirls
The soul? It
Frolics in its hallucinations
In its nightly hallucinations
Dreams that don't come true
They are only in
MY
     MIND
A vague psychedelia is this life
Because I walk, and I hear you
Calling my name
I fall asleep in what to me
Is your arms
In actuality only emptiness.
In the uncertain blur between
Sleep and Wake, I
am FALLING
from my dreams
I feel everything rushing past me
As I fall and I feel pain, out of breath
When I crash,
Fell from my bed, yet I landed
There as well.....And my eyes open
Wide with shock.

The spiders crawl all over me
And I am afraid, those nights I
CAN'T SLEEP
When you were here, you would
Comfort me, your words would
hold me, so close, so tight
And all my fear was gone,
Only love, your love, my love,
OUR LOVE.
But it is gone.
So I feel them alone.

Abstract painting...
I live there! Where all the
Colors blur, I can't even name them.
It makes my head hurt, my heart,
My very SOUL feel an icy chill.
You, my love, are no longer here
To melt my winters.
So all my symphonies,
My poems, HUMANITIES
Are kept to myself now;
They are alone.
And I live in psychedelia.

How? That all have tasted of love but I
Las delicias del amor en sus bocas
Yet they drink of it greedily,
Unsparingly, as if it were water;
Not realizing the Aegean nectar
That saturates their lips
No comprenden la escasez.
Wasteful, so wasteful
That I cringe at the foolish use
Of love, as if it were plebeian,
Not worth its weight in gold
El amor no puede ser comprado.
Love I knew thee once
Te conoci
And I lost, I!
Even I , who knew its value
And did not take it lightly,
Loving truly and eternally, yet
As quitado tu mirada de mi
O sun, o sun of mine: Love!