The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.
If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.
But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.
History must stay open, it is all humanity.
It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.
The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned