The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

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.

I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

O to be in finland/ now that russia's here)

(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)