A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

It asks a little of us here. It asks of us a certain height. So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may take something like a …

People are inexterminable - like flies and bed-bugs. There will always be some that survive in cracks and crevices - that's us.

All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.

Only in his poetry did he have the courage to love.

'En toi je tomberai, vegetale ambroisie, Grain precieux jete par l'eternel Semeur, Pour que de notre amour naisse la poesie Qui jaillira vers Dieu comme une ra…

A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.