I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

See the cat at love, rolling with its sweetheart, up and over, with shriek and moan. But if a person comes by, they break away, sit separate upon a fence washing their faces - and might never have met at all.

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.

I don't think Auden liked my poetry very much, he's very Anglican.

I'm alive today, therefore I'm just as much a part of our time as everybody else. The times will just have to enlarge themselves to make room for me, won't they, and for everybody else.

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.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.