hopes dance best on bald men's hair

Love is the whole and more than all.

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.

I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.

who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was and is and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality... If poetry is your goal, you've got to forget all about punishments and all about rewards and all about self-styled obligations and duties and responsibilities etcetera ad infinitum and remember one thing only: that it's you - nobody else - who determine your destiny and decide your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else... There's the artist's responsibility; and the most awful responsibility on earth.

we're anything brighter than even the sun