I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.

Est Sularus oth Mithas”—“My honor is life.

When you see life as the gift of love that it is and as Love, you'll effortlessly overflow with gratitude...

So the poet, who wants to be something that he cannot be, and is a failure in plain life, makes up fictitious versions of his predicament that are interesting even to other persons because nobody is a perfect automobile salesman.

Written By Allen Tate

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