You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.

Life is a quest and love a quarrel

I would blossom if I were a rose.

Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.

To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.