“Night falls fast.Today is in the past.Blown from the dark hill hither to my doorThree flakes, then fourArrive, then many more.”
“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”
“Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.”
“I saw and heard, and knew at lastThe How and Why of all things, past,and present, and forevermore.”
“No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.”
“Was it for this I uttered prayers,And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,That now, domestic as a plate,I should retire at half-past eight?”