Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of them, pulling and tweaking with his little hands to get back at the microscopic knife which sticks firmly in the quiet meat of their hearts.

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

for whenever men are right they are not young

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?

-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.