Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

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.

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

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