“No day is safe from news of you.--from "The Rival", written July 1961”
“You smile.No, it is not fatal.--from "The Other", written 2 July 1962”
“Beached under the spumy blooms, we lieSea-sick and fever-dry.--from "Withsun", written 14 February 1961”
“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”
“Victory has a hundred fathers and defeat is an orphan.[News conference, April 21 1961]”
“The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.--from "Insomniac", written April 1961”