After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
I hate people but I love gatherings.
Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.
When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.
Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.