Shirt collar unbuttoned to expose it's
Hairy chest, like Beethoven toro's;
Like draughts under palm-ever posits
Dream, conscience,night and love forces.
And some piece that is barely Quebec,
With some frenzied sorrow in the opening -
Prepares the world for an end by the fiend,
The cavalier in a foot company.
In the garden, from vaults, ice-cold,
Stars exhale their cellared and -
Veins athrob like the vines of Isolade,
Tristan stifle da swelling plaint.
And the gardens,the lakes, the fences,
Boiling tears to a white outpour
Of creation- so passion dispences
Whatcondensed in the human core.