Tragedy looks to me like man in love with his own defeat.
Which is only a sloppy way of being in love with yourself.


Pansies: Poems (ed. 1929)


Tragedy looks to me like man in love with his own defeat. Which is only a sloppy way of being in love with yourself.

Tragedy looks to me like man in love with his own defeat. Which is only a sloppy way of being in love with yourself.

Tragedy looks to me like man in love with his own defeat. Which is only a sloppy way of being in love with yourself.

Tragedy looks to me like man in love with his own defeat. Which is only a sloppy way of being in love with yourself.