His Heart Danced Upon Her Movement Like

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.

Poetry, Even When Apparently Most Fantastic, Is Always A Revolt Against Artifice, A Revolt, In A Sense, Against Actuality.

Nations Have Their Ego, Just Like Individuals.

The Heaventree Of Stars Hung With Humid Nightblue Fruit.

You Forget That The Kingdom Of Heaven Suffers Violence: And The Kingdom Of Heaven Is Like A Woman.