Come on up, boys -I'm dead.

Hands have not tears to flow.

Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers through his tears, 'What have you sought.

Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.

The moment of a miracle is unending lightning.

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.