There is no music unless the drum and the drummer are one.

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

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.

Well, write poetry, for God's sake, it's the only thing that matters.

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision