Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

There is no shelter in you anywhere.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.

I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.