Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.

I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

My advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world - unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.