When You Realize Someone Is

Poetry Has Been The Longest Pleasure Of My Life.

It Is The Impulse Of Our Century, With Its Nearly Religious Belief In Magnitude, To Fling An Institution Into Every Void.

In England, Life Is A Long Process Of Composing Oneself.

The Sweetness That All Longed For Night And Day. Some Tragedy Might Be Idly Guessed At-loss Or Illness. She Had The Luminosity Of Those About To Die.

The Tragedy Is Not That Love Doesn't Last. The Tragedy Is The Love That Lasts.