PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the Dark - And crowd the little Room - Too scant - by Cubits - to contain The Sacrament - of Him - I am not used to Hope - It might intrude upon - Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place - Ordained to Suffering - It might be easier To fail - with Land in Sight - Than gain - My Blue Peninsula - To perish - of Delight -

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.