I bless / all knowledge of love, all ways of publishing it.
The world's perverse, but it could be worse.
There is no disorder but the heart's.
One could not live without delicacy, but when / I think of love I think of the big, clumsy-looking / hands of my grandmother, each knuckle a knob.
Love' is finding the familiar dear. / 'In love' is to be taken by surprise.
In politics, arts / no issue's dramatic / nor will 'play' till its heart's / simplified to fanatic.