All thoughts emit a throw of dice
Dreams have as much influences as actions.
A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, itโs enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words.
Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces.
I have made a long enough descent into the void to speak with certainty. There is nothing but beauty--and beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry. All the rest is a lie.