Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup.

There's A Certain Slant Of Light, Winter Afternoons— That Oppresses, Like The Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, It Gives Us— We Can Find No Scar, But Internal Difference, Where The Meanings, Are.... When It Comes, The Landscape Listens— Shadows—hold Their Breath— When It Goes, 'tis Like The Distance On The Look Of Death.

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.

Elysium Is As Far As To The Very Nearest Room, If In That Room A Friend Await Felicity Of Doom.

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.

A Letter Always Seemed To Me Like Immortality Because It Is The Mind Alone Without Corporeal Friend.