A goldwing moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle

A name is a cheap thing all fathers and mothers leave each child:A job is a job and I want to live, soWhy does God Almighty or anybody else care whether I take a new name to go by?

a Ziegfeld chorus.Before then she never took anybody’s money and paidfor her silk stockings out of what she earned singingand dancing.She loved one man and he loved six women and thegame was changing her looks, calling for more andmore massage money and high coin for the beautydoctors.Now she drives a long, underslung motor car all…

“Won’t you come and play wiz me” she sang … and “I just can’t make my eyes behave.”“Higgeldy-Piggeldy,” “Papa’s Wife,” “Follow Me” were plays.Did she wash her feet in a tub of milk? Was a strand of pearls sneaked from her trunk? The newspapers asked.Cigarettes, tulips, pacing horses, took her name.Twenty years old … thirty…

And know your heart has kept a promise and the blood runs clean:It is something.To go one day of your life among all men with clean hands,Clean for the day book today and the record of the after days,Held at your side proud, satisfied to the last, and ready,So to have clean hands:God, it is…

Blow me along no longer,And the wind’s a whisper at last—Maybe I’ll tell you then—some other time.When the rose’s flash to the sunsetReels to the rack and the twist,And the rose is a red bygone,When the face I love is goingAnd the gate to the end shall clang,And it’s no use to beckon or say,…

And she sent him word she loved him so much,So much, and death was nothing; work, art, home,All was nothing if her love for him was not firstOf all; the patter of her lips ran, I love him,I love him; and he knew the doors that openedInto doors and more doors, no end of doors,And…