Kill the idea that naivety is an unforgivable flaw but cynicism is just wisdom, murder it, chop it up and serve it for dinner, I don’t care, just end this bullshit idea that it’s better to hate than to love and better to rot in miserable bitter resignation than to hope for the best.
What woman hugs her infant there?
Another star has shot an ear.
What made the drapery glisten so?
Not a man but Delacroix
What made the ceiling waterproof
Landor’s tarpaulin on the roof.
What brushes fly and moth aside?
Irving and his plume of pride.
What hurries out the knave and dolt
Talma and his thunderbolt.
Why is the woman terror-struck?
Can there be mercy in that look?