Since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
My blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady I swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
We are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death I think is no parenthesis
