So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words

So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words

I will take with me the emptiness of my hands. What you do not have you find everywhere

I offer you what I have my Poverty

What you remember saves you.

But most love poetry is awful; nobody knows how to write good love poetry either. But that's not a reason not to write love poetry. Some of the best poetry ever written has been love poetry, and some of the greatest poetry ever written has been political poetry.

You grieve Not that heaven does not exist but That it exists without us