My friendships, they are a very strong part of my life, they are as light as gossamer but also they are as strong as steel. And I cannot throw them off, nor altogether do with...

Away with them, away; we should not believe fairy stories if we wish to be good. Think of them as persons from the fairy wood.

Oh Lion in a peculiar guise,Sharp Roman road to Paradise,Come eat me up, I’ll pay thy tollWith all my flesh, and keep my soul.

These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant,Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting To the purpose of One...

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

God the EaterThere is a god in whom I do not believeYet to this god my love stretches,This god whom I do not believe in isMy whole life, my life and I am his.Everything that...

Children who paddle where the ocean bed shelves steeplyMust take great care they do not, Paddle too deeply.’Thus spake the awful aging coupleWhose heart the years had turned to rubble.But the little children, to save...

It is the privilege of the richTo waste the time of the poorTo water with tears in secretA tree that grows in secretThat bears fruit in secretThat ripened falls to the ground in secretAnd manures...

Not Waving but Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And...

Hope and desire,All unfulfilled,Have more than ropeAnd hangman killed.

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.

Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that’s to be died.

My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told.

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

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...

Marriage I thinkFor womenIs the best of opiates.It kills the thoughtsThat think about the thoughts,It is the best of opiates.So said Maria.But too long in solitude she’d dwelt,And too long her thoughts had feltTheir strength....

If I lie down on my bed I must be here,But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere.

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.

Wild creatures’ eyes, the colonel said,Are innocent and fathomlessAnd when I look at them I seeThat they are not aware of meAnd oh I find and oh I blessA comfort in this emptinessThey only see...

But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one...

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 aboveAs I fear the friends below.

Raise from your bed of languorRaise from your bed of dismayYour friends will not come tomorrowAs they did not come todayYou must rely on yourself, they said,You must rely on yourself,Oh but I find this...