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.

worms are the words but joy's the voice

great men burn bridges before they come to them

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do