…although her mouth uttered fond words, her eyes spoke only venom.

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

You have to imaginea waiting that is not impatientbecause it is timeless.

The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.

leave me a smilejust warm enough...to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Darling, do you rememberthe man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.

The way through the worldIs more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I hear they make greeting cards now to thank your therapist... for NOTHING

A whiff of fresh mintthat tastes like strawberry pie.Your kisses tempt me.

Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to seeMen not afraid of God afraid of me.

Will be but corpses dressed in frocks, who cannot speak to birds or rocks.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.