Death will be too late to bring us aid.

We sit and talk quietly, with long lapses of silence, and I am aware of the stream that has no language, coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech.

All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.

beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.

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

What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.

In summer, the song sings itself.