“A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.”

“In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.”

“no one sleeps more beautifully than you. But i am afraid that you will waken just now, and touch me with an indifferent glance, lightly passing, and commit the murder of beauty.”

“Be equal to your talent, not your age. At times let the gap between them be embarrassing.”

“When truth is replaced by silence,the silence is a lie.”

“My love will comewill fling open her arms and fold me in them,will understand my fears, observe my changes.In from the pouring dark, from the pitch nightwithout stopping to bang the taxi doorshe’ll run upstairs through the decaying porchburning with love and love’s happiness,she’ll run dripping upstairs, she won’t knock,will take my head in her hands,and when she drops her overcoat on a chair,it will slide to the floor in a blue heap.”

“And how I flattered myself From time to time with proving to myself Nothing in you could be unknown to me. You don't belong to the mind's calculations, And you disproved each of my demonstrations, Since to be unexpected is your truth.”