“Bind me-I still can sing-Banish-my mandolinStrikes true within-Slay-and my Soul shall riseChanting to Paradise-Still thine.”

“Narcotics cannot still the ToothThat nibbles at the soul --”

“The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise.”

“I HIDE myself within my flowerThat wearing on your breast,You, unsuspecting, wear me too—And angels know the rest.I hide myself within my flower,That, fading from your vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for meAlmost a loneliness...”

“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.”

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”

“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.”