Without Poetry The Soul And Heart Of

Brighter Than Fireflies Upon The Uji River Are Your Words In The Dark, Beloved.

You Are Ice And Fire The Touch Of You Burns My Hands Like Snow.

Sexual Love Is The Most Stupendous Fact Of The Universe, And The Most Magical Mystery Our Poor Blind Senses Know.

Everything Mortal Has Moments Immortal

Great Emotion Always Tends To Become Rhythmic, And Out Of That Tendency The Forms Of Art Have Been Evolved. Art Becomes Artificial Only When The Forms Take Precedence Over The Emotion.