“It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.”

“Clouds pass and disperse.Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?Is it for such I agitate my heart?”

“I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...”

“And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closesIts bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.--from "Tulips", written 18 March 1961”

“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”

“I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

“I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.”