The Anthology

“I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”

“The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.”

“Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it”