Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

Being a poet is one of the unhealthier jobs--no regular hours, so many temptations!

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.