You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
Who’s that knocking on my grave and will not let me sleep, a year has one.
They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends – it gives a lovely light!
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird’s wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
There is no shelter in you anywhere.