Writing Is A Delicious Agony.

Exhaust The Little Moment / Soon It Dies.

When You Love A Man, He Becomes More Than A Body. His Physical Limbs Expand, And His Outline Recedes, Vanishes. He Is Rich And Sweet And Right. He Is Part Of The World, The Atmosphere, The Blue Sky And The Blue Water.

... Sometimes You Have To Deal / Devilishly With Drowning Men In Order To Swim Them To Shore.

I Swear To Keep The Dead Upon My Mind, / Disdain For All Time To Be Overglad.

Say To Them, Say To The Down-keepers, The Sun-slappers, The Self-soilers, The Harmony-hushers, "even If You Are Not Ready For Day It Cannot Always Be Night." You Will Be Right. For That Is The Hard Home-run. Live Not For Battles Won. Live Not For The-end-of-the-song. Live In The Along.