I should not care much for the formality of marriage I had no idea such perversities existed. Words were not accurate enough, Nor delicate enough, To express or trace the thrilling influence Of passion and its power. Gone is the low, even hum The throb of activity. It wearies me to go over all this again. I don’t want to be teased on this subject, But I appeal as a critic of it Not as a master. Look at it from the other side: Such experiences are not pleasant. All who have insight and education Will automatically, at some point in their life Have their own private temptation Against the sweet veil of their daily aspect. ii. ˇCuba! Ever since I had been a childˇ It had been a magic name. I was only aware of something, large, brilliant And handsome Moving towards me as I entered the room. A young man smiling with poisonous benevolence. As soon as my eagerness could rest in silence, Looking nervously up for a sneer, a giggle, The least sign of mockery The last form of fallacy Hardly knowing how I did it, I contrived to utter a few polite phrases in French. Nobody breathed a word. Once again, the audience was enchanted. Not only is there a partial mystery There is a continual mystery, caused through all spaces-- It dwells on vulgar conditions of wonder and horror. As for women--there’s so much to talk about.