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.

Tomorrow is our permanent address.

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis