you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered

who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

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

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

Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.

...and down they forgot as up they grew.