I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad

You grow up on the day you have your first real laugh at, yourself.

You grow up on the day you have your first real laugh at, yourself.

I have no regrets because I know I did my best -- all I could do.

I have no regrets because I know I did my best -- all I could do.

What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
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What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis;
Horses fluent in the wind,
A place, a time gone out of mind.

Never frown...even when you're sad you never know when someone is falling in love with your smile.

Never frown...even when you're sad you never know when someone is falling in love with your smile.

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of read more

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am read more

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.