'Tis not love's going hurts my days but that it went in little ways.
Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.
Music my rampart, and my only one.
And all the loveliest things there be Come simply so it seems to me.
Listen, children:Your father is dead.From his old coatsI'll make you little jackets;I'll make you little trousersFrom his old pants.There'll be in his pocketsThings he used to put there,Keys and penni...
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;In my own way, and with my full consent.Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarelyWent to their deaths more proud than this one went.Some nights of appre...
Strange how few After all's said and done the things that are Of moment.
After all my erstwhile dear my no longer cherished need we say it was no love just because it perished?
Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would noteIn me a beauty that was never mine,How first you knew me in a book I wrote,How first you loved me for a written line....
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers.
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
I, being born a woman and distressedBy all the needs and notions of my kind,Am urged by your propinquity to findYour person fair, and feel a certain zestTo bear your body's weight upon my breast;So su...
A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him.
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,I have forgotten, and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning, but the rainIs full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sighUpon the glass and listen...
It is not true that life is one damn thing after another- it's one damn thing over and over.
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.
My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night But ah my foes and oh my friends - It gives a lovely light.
And if I loved you Wednesday well what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
I love humanity but I hate people.