Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe

Let the earth look at me, and bless me, for now I am fecund and sacred, like the palms and the furrows.

The poet is an untier of knots, and love without words is a knot, and it drowns.

Let the radiance of my enthusiasms envelop the poor courtyard and the bare classroom. Let my heart be a stronger column and my goodwill purer gold than the columns and gold of rich schools.

I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost.

Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps.

My grief and my smile begin in your face, my son.