I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.
'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
That best portion of a good man's life — his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
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Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.