He didn't want Lucy to grow up feeling alone, surrounded by everything and having nothing.
Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.
All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.
You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart - & here are the flowers.
Because at nightwhen others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.
The GeraniumWhen I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,She looked so limp and bedraggled,So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,Or a wizened aster in late September,I brought her back in again...
No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.
She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament more sentimental than artist...
When you are deeply in love,. even the smallest thing can hurt u like hell and break u into pieces...
Here is our rapin' cave. It's not much of a cave... and we haven't done much rapin'... but man, we've had some good times.
Intellectuals are too sentimental for me.