To have great poets, there must be great audiences.
I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.
Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.
These are the days that must happen to you.
I refuse putting from me the best that I am.
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?