What misery to be afraid of death. What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?
But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?
I got saved by poetry. And I got saved by the beauty of the world.
Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?
In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that.