Life ,for Eternal Us,is Now

My Advice To All Young People Who Wish To Become Poets Is: Do Something Easy, Like Learning How To Blow Up The World - Unless You're Not Only Willing, But Glad, To Feel And Work And Fight Till You Die.

Trust Your Heart If The Seas Catch Fire, Live By Love Though The Stars Walk Backward.

You Have Played, (i Think) And Broke The Toys You Were Fondest Of, And Are A Little Tired Now; Tired Of Things That Break, And— Just Tired. So Am I.

Now The Ears Of My Ears Awake And Now The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

And It's You Are Whatever A Moon Has Always Meant And Whatever A Sun Will Always Sing Is You