No one will retrieve my lost heartamidst so many roots, in the bitter freshnessof the sun multiplied by the fury of the water, there the shadow lives that does not travel with me.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Love is a clash of lightnings

In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

You are the trembling of time, that passesbetween vertical light and darkened sky,

You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyesand I look at you lying on the earth

Kill me, then! You will not win, you cannot win! The wand will never, ever be yours-

Whatever art is, it is no longer something primarily to be looked at. Stared at, perhaps, but not primarily looked at

I spent most of my time thinking, because I didn't have enough energy to do anything else.

Are there any swamps in Oklahoma? Yes, there is. It's called Tulsa.

I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.

The poet will maintain serenity in spite of all disappointments. He is expected to preserve an unconcerned and healthy outlook over the world, while he lives.

Most people think of success in terms of getting; success, however, begins in terms of giving.

I think my real fear is that I will get to old age and think I spent too much time concerned about the way that I look and other bullshit. That's really a fear of mine.

Perhaps teachers must be good actors where lessons are concerned, but in life outside the class, we mustn't hide from our pupils our individual spirits.

I defend myself by improving myself.