As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world

Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels.

Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight!

My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze.

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost.