«Oh, there’s no reason for sighs, / Sadness is pointless, a crime, / Here, from grey canvas, I rise, / Vaguely, strangely through time. Arms lifted, freely curtailed, / A tormented smile on my face, / I was forced to become like this / Through hours of mutual grace. He wished it so, h...»
«And to you, my first vagary, / I said goodbye. The east was turning blue, / Though I didn’t know what you meant, / You said, simply: "I’ll not forget." Other faces appear and vanish, / Dear today, and tomorrow, done. / Why is at this page alone, / The corner is turned down? Forever...»
«I pray to the ray from the window-pane — / It’s pale, thin, and straight. / All morning I was silent, / My heart — split in two. / The copper of my wash-basin / Is green with verdigris, / But sunlight plays there, / How joyously. / So simple it is, so innocent, / In evening q...»
«He loved three things, alive: / White peacocks, songs at eve, / And antique maps of America. / Hated when children cried, / And raspberry jam with tea, / And feminine hysteria. / ...And he had married me.»