I am not a painter. I am a poet. / Why? I think I would rather be / a painter, but I am not..

There were occasionally rifts in the cloud where the face of a woman appeared, frowning..

When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leaf to turn away from the sun -- it loves it there. There's nothing so spiritual about being happy but you….

I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did..