I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of that.

I think that in poetry personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut-box and mirror looking, narcissistic experience. I believe it should be relevant, and relevant to the larger things, the bigger things such as Hiroshima and Dachau and so on.

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.

Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

Your room is not your prison. You are.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.