"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
Poetry, like love, is something we never truly say goodbye to.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.