who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.
The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.