A final sense of being right out in the cold
Unkissed
(—My psychiatrist can lick your psychiatrist.) Women get under
Things
All these old criminals sooner or later
Have had it. I've been reading old journals
Gottwald & Co., out of business now
Thick chests quit. Double agent, Joe
She holds her breath like a seal
And is whiter & smoother
Rilke was a jerk
I admit his griefs & music
& titled spelled all-disappointed ladies
A threshold worse than the circles
Where the vile settle & lurk
Rilke's. As I said,—
From the same letter: “I liked [Rilke] when he was writing out of his active grief and awe, not these  damned letters , these lay sermons he sprayed around Europe instead of sleeping with people like a wicked but actual man. Love affairs on paper, ugh.”
Dream Song 3 A Stimulant for an Old Beast