who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

The Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds.

twice I have lived forever in a smile

Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves... Honor and love him...do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems

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

And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.