I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.
The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.
The work for giants...to serve well the guns!
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.