Shantih Journal 3.1 - Page 71

A Horse in Stable breslin White Knowing the world is a tiresome task; life is restricted in all particulars. When once I want to swim, the next to be out of a swimsuit. When once I want to kiss, then to be in a bed’s embrace. I have no motive, and no crime has taken place. A dreary let-it-go has descended upon my shoulders, so like a shawl over a woman’s. I do not mourn, but I brood like the devil’s blue self. A darker grimace has taken possession of me. I faint from beanstalks high. 71