“She dealt her pretty words like Blades --How glittering they shone --And every One unbared a NerveOr wantoned with a Bone --She never deemed -- she hurt --That -- is not Steel's Affair --A vulgar grimace in the Flesh --How ill the Creatures bear --To Ache is human -- not polite --The Film upon the eyeMortality's old Custom --Just locking up -- to Die.”
“They might not need me; but they might.I'll let my head be just in sight;A smile as small as mine might bePrecisely their necessity.”
“I tasted life.”
“We were all very friendly but we were like 4 monarchs each doing their own thing.”
“Parting is all we know of Heaven,and all we need of Hell.”
“To shut your eyes is to travel.”