I Say Love, And The World Populates

I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are To Be Loved, In Secret, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

The Birds Of Night Peck At The First Stars That Flash Like My Soul When I Love You.

Someday, Somewhere - Anywhere, Unfailingly, You'll Find Yourself, And That, And Only That, Can Be The Happiest Or Bitterest Hour Of Your Life.

What Will They Say About My Poetry Who Never Touched My Blood?

How You Must Have Suffered Getting Accustomed To Me, My Savage, Solitary Soul, My Name That Sends Them All Running. So Many Times We Have Seen The Morning Star Burn, Kissing Our Eyes, And Over Our Heads The Grey Light Unwinds In Turning Fans.