“It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.”
“While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.”
“And consider: it is loss to which everything flows, absence in which everything flowers”
“If I wrote the word flower,would it still grow like a flower?If I wrote a poem concerning a river,would the water still flow in the eyes of the reader?”
“Time flows like a canoe floats, and my love would fit in your purse if you’d just empty your money into my wallet.”
“Do not go with the flow. Be the flow.”