And the rest is rust and stardust.

Usually I read several books at a time - old books, new books, fiction, nonfiction, verse, anything - and when the bedside heap of a dozen volumes or so has dwindled to two or three, which generally happens by the end of one week, I accumulate another pile.

A toothache will cost a battle, a drizzle cancel an insurrection.

Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss Poems that take a thousand years to die But ape the immortality of this Red label on a little butterfly .

It is a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.

My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.

By God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast.