I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

Man’s wants remain unsatisfied till death. Then, when his soul is naked, is he one With the man in the wind, and the west moon, With the harmonious thunder of the sun

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

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