“Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.”

“In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.”

“I die a little,In the echo of your silence.”

“I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.”

“I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.”

“Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.”

“Stars are shining, my dreams too”

“Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.”

“Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.”

“Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?”

“Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!”

“Don't be afraid of poetry.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”