Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring! Votes: 15
You are a Universe of Universes And your Soul a source of Songs... Votes: 6
You are an Universe of Universes and your soul a source of songs. Votes: 5
Pity for him who one day looks uponhis inward sphinx and questions it. He is lost. Votes: 4
Poetry will exist as long as there is a problem of life and death Votes: 3
I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose. Votes: 0
The America of Moctezuma and Atahualpa,the aromatic America of Columbus,Catholic America, Spanish America,the America where noble Cuauhtémoc said: "I am not on a bed of roses"-our America trembling with hurricanes, trembling with Love: O men with Saxon eyes and barbarous souls, our America lives. And dreams. And loves. And it is the daughter of the Sun. Be careful. Votes: 0
The treacheries of ambition never cease. Votes: 0
The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient; the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing: there is no pain as great as being alive, no burden heavier than that of conscious life. Votes: 0