“The blood jet is poetry,There is no stopping it.--from "Kindness", written 1 February 1963”

“Beached under the spumy blooms, we lieSea-sick and fever-dry.--from "Withsun", written 14 February 1961”

“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”

“Mother of otherness, Eat me.--from "Poem for a Birthday - Who", written 1960”

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

“the cat unsheathes its clawsthe world turns--from "Resovle", written 1956”