A few things for themselves, Florida, venereal soil, Disclose to the lover.

It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.

Donna, donna, dark, Stooping in indigo gown And cloudy constellations, Conceal yourself or disclose Fewest things to the lover - A hand that bears a thick-leav…

I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.

Much can be inferred about a man from his mistress: in her one beholds his weaknesses and his dreams.

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.

The hero of my tale, whom I love with all the power of my soul, whom I have tried to portray in all his beauty, who has been, is, and will be beautiful, is Tru…