Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

- Edwin Morgan

When you go, if you go, And I should want to die, there's nothing I'd be saved by more than the time you fell asleep in my arms in a trust so gentle …

- Edwin Morgan

Poetry is partly sympathy, don't you think? If it's any good, it gets people to think about others' points of view.

- Edwin Morgan