Selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in letting go.
Love is proved in the 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.
Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.
We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.
A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.