A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.

Love is proved in the letting go.

There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.

Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.

Selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in letting go.

Flying alone! Nothing gives such a sense of mastery over time over mechanism, mastery indeed over space, time, and life itself, as this.

A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.