The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.

Thou shalt not answer questionnaires Or quizzes upon world affairs, Nor with compliance Take any test. Thou shalt not sit with statisticians nor commit A social science.

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

To hunt for symbols in a fairy tale is absolutely fatal.

Encased in talent like a uniform, The rank of every poet is well known; They can amaze us like a thunderstorm, Or die so young, or live for years alone.

Perhaps there is only one cardinal sin: impatience. Because of impatience we were driven out of Paradise, because of impatience we cannot return.