It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
Need is not quite belief.
I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]
Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.