Ah God! she settles down we say; It means her powers slip away It means she draws back day by day From good or bad.
What turn of card, what trick of game Undiced? And you we valued still a little More than Christ.
Someday beneath some hard Capricious star Spreading its light a little Over far, We'll know you for the woman That you are.
There is always more surface to a shattered object than a whole.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle the heart.
The Seal, she lounges like a bride, Much too docile, there's no doubt; Madame Rcamier, on side, (if such she has), and bottom out.
Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember?
Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on.
After all, it is not where one washes ones neck that counts but where one moistens ones throat.
New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.
I am not a critic; to me criticism is so often nothing more than the eye garrulously denouncing the shape of the peephole that gives access to hidden treasure.
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasnt the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how lifes lived before it gets to the parlor door.