For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.

I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.

We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with. Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936