There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me,
There are no gray hairs in my soul!
Shaking the world with my voice and grinning,
I pass you by, - handsome,
Twentytwoyearold.

“It must be a little love, - a baby, sort of,It shies away when the cars honk an…”

“If you likeI'll be furious flesh elemental,or- changing to tones that the sunse…”

“Maria!How can I fit a tender word into bulging ears?”

“Lovefor usis no paradise of arbors —to uslove tells us, humming,that the stalle…”