"Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it"
"The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quietWith the O-gape of complete despair. I live here."
"Stasis in darkness.Then the substanceless blue"
"The still watersWrap my lips,Eyes, nose and ears,A clearCellophane I cannot crack."
"What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit's cry may be wilderBut it has no soul."
"They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.--From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962"
"Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill."
"The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls."