I do not sing of a paradise ...
I do not sing of a paradise
I sing of a world of lust,
Of harlots, thieves and swinish vice
And dust that fades to dust.
From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, ca. January 1928; titled with the first line in COLLECTED POETRY
I do not sing of a paradise
I sing of a world of lust,
Of harlots, thieves and swinish vice
And dust that fades to dust.