D ust is the only Secret

« Dust is the only Secret—

Death, the only One

You cannot find out all about

In his "native town."

Nobody know "his Father"—

Never was a Boy—

Hadn't any playmates,

Or "Early history"—

Industrious! Laconic!

Punctual! Sedate!

Bold as a Brigand!

Stiller than a Fleet!

Builds, like a Bird, too!

Christ robs the Nest—

Robin after Robin

Smuggled to Rest! »

« The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the contour of their shape downwards, 

The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water, » 

« Les gens le croient bigot, alors que l’attente est sans doute devenue sa seule religion. »