What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
The strength of the genie comes from being in a bottle.
Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.
Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.
The eye is pleased when nature stoops to art.
Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in which the self disappears; and the product's something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody.