most people are perfectly afraid of silence

i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of gren thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press --in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss

I spill my bright incalculable soul

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .

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

And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms

...and down they forgot as up they grew.