The bats inebriate the sky . . .

Poetry is the scholar's art.

Had we but world enough, and time

Science is the poetry of reality.

I like the imp / in impossibility

Love me in actions, not in words.

Love is the poetry of the senses!

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

Depression/The assassin inside me

I offer you what I have myPoverty

What happens to a dream deferred?

Another one of your quippy japes?

HereI'm here-the snow falling.

Dreams, the veins of the universe.

Examens zijn sadistische loterijen