A life is not sufficiently elevated for poetry, unless, of course, the life has been made into an art.
It came to my house. It sat on my shoulders. Your shadow is yours. I told it so. I said it was yours. I have carried it with me too long. I give it back.
I have been eating poetry.
It's very hard to write humor.
Nothing is the destiny of everyone, it is our commonness made dumb.
To open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.