Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.

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.

There is no comment on pictures but pictures, on music but music, on poems but poetry. If you do, you do. If you don't, you don't. And that's all there is to that.

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

Empty pockets make empty heads.

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.

To refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination.