When I am making poetry I’m good And happy then. I live in a deep world of angelhoo… Afar from men. And all the great and bright and f…

When I was a child, I felt the fairies’ power. Of a sudden my dry life Would burst into flower. The skies were my path,

I am making great big skirts For great big women’€” Amazons who’ve fed and slept Themselves inhuman. Such long skirts, not less than tw…

You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine

O great golden head lie in my lap, Sweet, sweet, lie there. Sleep and I’ll watch thee lest ev… Sweet, sweet and fair. O great golden head lie on my brea…

My mission in the world Is to prolong Rapture by turning it Into a song. A song of liberty

Those must be masts of ships the g… On through the little gap in the p… So far away that seeing almost fai… Those must be masts, the lovely ma… Stripped bare of sails.

I have three loves who are all mos… Each one has cost me many a tear. The one who is dead yet lives in m… I were too poor had I less than t…

At ten o’clock the great gong soun… Prelude to splendour. I push back… And all the people leave their boo… Still acquiescent, down the marble… Into the dark where we can’t read.…

A bunch of lilac and a storm of ha… On the same afternoon! Indeed I k… Here in the South it always happe… That lilac is companioned by the g… I took some hailstones from the wi…

They are so glad of a young compan… They hail and bless me, these boys… And I whose pathway was dark and… Have no more need of the sun to sh… We’ll walk in darkness, obscure, d…

Sometimes I watch you, mark your… Your grave brow over-weighted with… Your mouth’s straight line—details… That all aloofness in your aspect… And yet when in the dark down from…

Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.

Just now, as warm day faded from o… Hosts of archangels, fleet On lighting-winged feet Passed by, all glimmering in the b… Sweet angels, bringing no blinding…

When I am so worn out I cannot sl… And yet I know I have to work nex… Or lose my job, I sometimes have… To one long dead, who listens when… I ask Saint Rose of Lima for the…