“A ring of gold with the sun in it?Lies. Lies and a grief.--from "The Couriers", written 4 November 1962”

“Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it--from "Elm", written 19 April 1962”

“I am still raw.I say I may be back.You know what lies are for.Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.--from "Lesbos", written 18 October 1962”

“Ash, ash —-You poke and stir.Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——A cake of soap,A wedding ring,A gold filling.Herr God, Herr LuciferBewareBeware.Out of the ashI rise with my red hairAnd I eat men like air.--from "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962”

“You smile.No, it is not fatal.--from "The Other", written 2 July 1962”

“I am myself. That is not enough.--from "The Jailer", written 17 October 1962”

“I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.--from "Elm", written 19 April 1962”