«To awake when dawn is breaking, / Just because joy stops me sleeping, / And to look out through the port-hole / Where the green waves beat outside, / Or on deck with the rain falling / To sit wrapped with furs around me, / Listen to the engine throbbing, / And to have thoughts at all, ...»
«It is simple, it is easy. / Everyone can understand it; / Not the smallest love you bear me, / You will never long for me. / Why should I be full of longing / For a man who is a stranger? / Why should I kneel every evening / To put up a prayer for you? / Why should I forsake mv comra...»
«He loved three things alone: / White peacocks, evensong, / Old maps of America. / He hated children crying, / And raspberry jam with his tea, / And womanish hysteria. / ...And he had married me.»
«This tenderness — how to explain it? / I've touched other locks and many, / I've touched other locks, and darker, / More burning lips known than yours. The stars rose and sank above me. / (This tenderness — how to explain it?) / The stars rose and sank. Above me / Pressed close to ...»