“Eternity bores me,I never wanted it.From the poem "Years", 16 November 1962”
“People or starsRegard me sadly, I disappoint them.From the poem "Sheep in Fog", 2 December 1962”
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ--from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962”
“A ring of gold with the sun in it?Lies. Lies and a grief.--from "The Couriers", written 4 November 1962”
“I am too pure for you or anyone.From the poem "Fever 103°", 20 October 1962”
“They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.--From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962”