So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.
How we need another soul to cling to.
Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.