<douglas johnson's "a paradox"> 2003-07-19.10:12 p.m. A Paradox Georgia Douglas Johnson I know you love me better cold Strange as the pyramids of old Responselessly. But I am frail, and spent and weak With surging torrents that bespeak A living fire. So, like a veil, my poor disguise Is draped to save me from your eyes' Deep challenges. Fain would I fling this robe aside And from you, in your bosom hide Eternally. Alas! you love me better cold Like frozen pyramids of old Unyieldingly? back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad