The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

Christianity in the suburb is cheerful. The church is a centre of social activity and those who go to church need never be lonely.

There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

Into the dark night Resignedly I go, I am not so afraid of the dark night As the friends I do not know, I do not fear the night above As I fear the friends below.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.