"Conceive me as a dream of stone: my breast, where mortals come to grief, is made to prompt all poets' love, mute and noble as matter itself.With snow for flesh, with ice of heart, I sit on high, an unguessed sphinx begrudging acts that alter forms; I never laugh - and never weep.In studious awe the poets brood before my monumental pose aped from the proudest pedestal,and to bind these docilelovers fast I freeze the world in a perfect mirror: the timeless light of my wide eyes."I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
