“We ask only to be reassuredAbout the noises in the cellarAnd the window that should not have been open”

“At night, I open the windowand ask the moon to comeand press its face against mine.Breathe into me.Close the language-doorand open the love-window.The moon won't use the door,only the window.”

“Ah, Father! That’s words and only words! Forgive! If he’d not been run over, he’d have come home today drunk and his only shirt dirty and in rags and he’d have fallen asleep like a log, and I should have been sousing and rinsing till daybreak, washing his rags and the children’s and then drying them by the window and as soon as it was daylight I should have been darning them. What’s the use of talking forgiveness! I have forgiven as it is!”

“All these years, I've been opening the window and making love to the world.”

“We should have been wiser; we should have died yesterday.”

“we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”