I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.