Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh

By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.

one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.

Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.

...sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas night is given(night and death and the rain are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

because it's Spring thingS dare to do people (& not the other way round)because it 's A pril Lives lead their own persons(in stead of everybodyelse's)but what's wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It's we)