Why Do Trees Conceal The Splendor Of

Oh Each Successive Night That Comes Has Something In It Of An Abandoned Ember That Is Slowly Burning Out, And It Falls Swathed In Ruins, Surrounded By Funereal Objects.

I Want To Do To You What Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

Green Was The Silence, Wet Was The Light, The Month Of June Trembled Like A Butterfly.

You Can Crush The Flowers, But You Can't Stop The Spring.

I Have Never Thought Of My Life As Divided Between Poetry And Politics.