things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

I spill my bright incalculable soul

I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.

When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began

Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems