The sensual mysticism of entire vertical being.
Love is the whole and more than all.
If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn, a human being.
most people are perfectly afraid of silence
Whatever's merely willful, and not miraculous (be never it so skilful) must wither fail and cease - but better than to grow beauty knows no.