“When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right.”

“a happy birthdaythis evening, I sat by an open windowand read till the light was gone and the bookwas no more than a part of the darkness.I could easily have switched on a lamp,but I wanted to ride the day down into night,to sit alone, and smooth the unreadable pagewith the pale gray ghost of my hand”

“Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday.”

“When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right.”