The lover as baby is a less troubling idea than the baby as lover.
Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.
A certain blue enters your soul
Drugs are not the way to the light. They won't lead to a fairy-tale life, they lead to suffering.
Kindness suits you. " "Really? I think I'm quite allergic to it.
By night the Glass Of Galileo. . . observes Imagin'd Land and Regions in the Moon.