Poems aren't postcards to send home.
Need is not quite belief.
I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.
Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.
It would be pleasant to be drunk.
I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.