one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
One's not half two. It's two are halves of one.
Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility