And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind.

Love is unworldly and nothing comes of it but love.

My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy.

What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned

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