"The great poet digests the experience of the world and returns it in the form of a song."

"A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking. Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my passions, Lusty, phallic, with the pote…"

"I believe in you, my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other."

"The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem."

"I remember I saw only that man who passionately clung to me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again he holds me by the hand, I must not go, I see him close beside me with silent lips sad a…"