Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.

Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?

And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.