“I have acid rain in my brain and it's killing the flowers in my heart.”

“It's raining in my heart, like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?”

“My heart is empty.But my brain -my brain is full. It races with thoughtsof what could have been.”

“I am terrified by this dark thingThat sleeps in me;All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.Clouds pass and disperse.Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?Is it for such I agitate my heart?I am incapable of more knowledge.What is this, this faceSo murderous in its strangle of branches? -Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faultsThat kill, that kill, that kill.From the poem "Elm", 19 April 1962”

“My brained warned me, but my heart didn't want to take its advice.”

“He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in...”