Love Is Not Love That Wounded Bleeds

Nothing Is More Wistful Than The Scent Of Lilac, Nor More Robust Than Its Woody Stalk, For We Must Remember That It Is A Tree As Well As A Flower, We Must Try Not To Forget This.

All Tamed Animals Are Nervous, We Have Given Them Reason To Be, Not Only By Cruelty But By Our Love Too, That Presses Upon Them. They Have Not Been Able To Be Entirely Indifferent To This And Untouched By It.

I Don't Think Auden Liked My Poetry Very Much, He's Very Anglican.

Cry Pretty, Pretty, Pretty And You'll Be Able Very Soon Not Even To Cry Pretty And So Be Delivered Entirely From Humanity This Is Prettiest Of All, It Is Very Pretty.

It Is The Privilege Of The Rich To Waste The Time Of The Poor To Water With Tears In Secret A Tree That Grows In Secret That Bears Fruit In Secret That Ripened Falls To The Ground In Secret And Manures The Parent Tree Oh The Wicked Tree Of Hatred And The Secret The Sap Rising And The Tears Falling.