Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat.

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

You go to Heaven once you've been to Hell

Ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed, Everybody knows that the war is over, Everybody knows the good guys lost.

I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how i kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I’d never been your lover

I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.

My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night pencilled in

Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's closing time.

It doesn't matter how anything happens.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.

Love is the only engine of survival

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

..you wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

It’s a depressing habit you have of loving to sneeze and of eating apples as if they were juicier for you and being the first one to exclaim how good the movie is. You depress people. We like apples too.

I am not the one who loved, it's love that chooses me. When hatred with it's package comes, you forbid delivery.

When you call me close to tell me your body is not beautiful I want to summon the eyes and hidden mouths of stone and light and water to testify against you.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

So much of the world is plunged in darkness and chaos... So ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.

The sweetest little song: You go your way I'll go your way too!

At first first nothing will happen to us and later on it will happen to us again.

I don't even hate books anymore.

Garages, barns and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.

The Dream" "O I had such a wonderful dream, she said. I dreamed you made love to me. At last, he said to himself, the spirit has taken up some of the heavy work.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

Everything has a crack in it; that's how the light gets in.

I told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you.

I'm afraid to live any place but in expectation. I'm no life-risk.

Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.

Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.

There's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.

My animal howls My angel's upset But I'm not allowed A trace of regret

I don't want to be a star, merely dying.

Well I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.

Games are nature's most beautiful creation

Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.