The world ruptured my innocence and the pallid English sky
Here while I sweat the Missolonghi sky
A sensual abyss. The final sensual abyss
Plant my heart, a seed to bear a tree
to bear the fruit for the birds that sing for me
I cut the hair and bled too-possibly-so let them sing!
Here"s to her who long has waked the poet"s sigh
The girl who gave to song what gold could never buy
Here"s to her who arched her back my desk
The girl who gave to song a tongue, my quill and the rest
Here"s to her naked truths-I penned them all
That girl uncovered genius between the sheets of dross
Here"s to her, her lines that made the poet"s sigh
I"ll wring that obstinate little heart
