The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.
Do not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.
I am happy even before I have a reason.
The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.
Light will someday split you open
It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.