The eyes of my eyes are opened.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.

What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near