Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.

Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.

May is much sunshine through small leaves.

How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree; The moon Wavering across a bed of tulips; The moon, Still, Upon your face. You shine, Beloved, You and the moon. But which is the reflection?

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

I never deny poems when they come; whatever I am doing, whatever I am writing, I lay it aside and attend to the arriving poem.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.