Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.

What power has love but forgiveness?

But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.

The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned

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

It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

At our age the imagination across the sorry facts lifts us to make roses stand before thorns. Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse— at least, blinded by the light, young love is. But we are older, I to love and you to be loved, we have, no matter how, by our wills survived to keep the jeweled prize always at our finger tips. We will it so and so it is past all accident.