She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.
Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.
Life must go on; I forget just why.
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.
Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.
You are loved. If so, what else matters?
Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
Music my rampart, and my only one.
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
What should I be but just what I am?
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.
If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.
I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear.
But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.
A grave is such a quiet place.