There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.

I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.