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.

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

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

I pick the hair from her eyes and watch her misery with compassion.

The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle us anew.

No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.

Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.