“The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise.”
“Die geliebt werden, können nicht sterben, denn Liebe bedeutet Unsterblichkeit. ”
“Narcotics cannot still the ToothThat nibbles at the soul --”
“My dying tutor told me that he would like to live till I had been a poet, but Death was much of Mob as I could master-then-And when far afterward-a sudden light on Orchards, or a new fashion in the wind troubled my attention- I felt a palsy, here- the Verses just relieve-" (174)”
“Chi conta le conchiglie nella notteper vedere che non ne manchi nessuna?”
“The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care”