notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

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

...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine

Let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel.

love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one