1. Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.
The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems of Mina Loy
2. There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity
The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems of Mina Loy
3. We might have coupledIn the bed-ridden monopoly of a momentOr broken flesh with one anotherAt the profane communion tableWhere wine is spill'd on promiscuous lipsWe might have given birth to a butterflyWith the daily-newsPrinted in blood on its wings
The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems of Mina Loy
