nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.

Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.

What if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave, and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

mr youse needn't be so spry concernin questions arty each has his tastes but as for i i likes a certain party gimme the he-man's solid bliss for youse ideas i'll match youse a pretty girl who naked is is worth a million statues