Life Is Short And Pleasures Few And

One Part Of Love Is Innocence One Part Of Love Is Guilt One Part The Milk That In A Sense Is Soured As Soon As Spilt One Part Of Love Is Sentiment One Part Of Love Is Lust One Part Is The Presentiment Of Our Return To Dust

Writing About The Unholy Is One Way Of Writing About What Is Sacred.

I'm A Poet,' The Young Man Said, 'and It's My Job To Remember The Sadness Of Things.

She Was A Sea: And I Had To Swim In Her.

Never Believe Your Eyes