Occupation: Poet Birth: December 14, 1895 Death: November 18, 1952
She is standing on my lids And her hair is in my hair She has the colour of my eye She has the body of my hand In my shade she is engulfed As a stone….
A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes..
You cannot be known Better than I know you..
We want to be, when we are young, A little man. I would like to be a big child, Stronger and fairer than a man, And more lucid than a child..
The curve of your eyes goes around my heart, A round of dance and sweetness, Halo of time, nocturnal and safe cradle, And if I don't know any more al….
All my desires are born of my dreams. And I have proven my love with words. To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and….
I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man’s gleam A better fate than for the common nigh….
Elephants are contagious..
The poet is he who inspires, rather than he who is inspired..
The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one o….
The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love..
The earth is blue like an orange..
Even when we sleep we watch over one another..
Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth..