If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

The wars they will be fought again The holy dove be caught again bought and sold and bought again; the dove is never free.

You lose your grip, and then you slip into the Masterpiece.

We're always experiencing joy or sadness. But there are lots of people who've closed down. And there are times in one's life when one has to close down just to regroup.

I think the term poet is a very exalted term and should be applied to a man at the end of his work. When he looks back over the body of his work and he's written poetry then let the verdict be that he's a poet.

Certainly within any decadent period, you would probably find the purest expressions of conviction, and I do not see that in many of the people I know.

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.