... (lady i willtouch you with my mind.) Touchyou, that is all/lightly and you utterly will becomewith infinite care/ the poem which i do not write.
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.
Who can tell truth from falsehood any more?I say it, and you feel it in your hearts:no man or woman on this big small earth.How should our sages miss the mark of life,and our most skillful players los...
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowersI will take the sun in my mouthand leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes
I do not know what it is about you that closes
Things which in my mind blossom will
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Love is a deeper seasonthan reason;my sweet one
I like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does,i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its b...
Guilt is the cause of more maraudersthan history's most obscene disauders
Let’s live suddenly without thinking.Let’s live like the light that kills.And let’s as silence,because Whirl’s after all:(after me) love, and after you.I occasionally feel vague howvague I don’t know...
I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses. Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
Humanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettingit's there and sitting downon itand because you areforever making poems in the lapof death Humanity...
life's not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis
down with hell and heaven and all the religious fussinfinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us
Nothing the unjust man complained is just (or un- the just rejoined.
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhereI go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my s...
For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love(who's imagined,therefore limitless)love's t...
Existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)