... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

Man has never been the same since God died.

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

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