The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt.

I embraced a cloud but when I soared it rained.

I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

I dislike a great deal of contemporary poetry - all of the past you read is usually quite great - but it is a useful thorn to have in one's side.

Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you.