Her poetry is the diary or autobiography - though few diaries or autobiographies compare with it for intentional and, especially, unintentional truth - of an acute psychologist, a wonderful rhetorician, and one of the most individual writers who ever lived, one of those best able to express experience at its most nearly absolute.

Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Too sullied for the hell To which the law entitled him. As nature's curtain fell The one who bore him tottered in, - For this w…

I took one Draught of Life - I'll tell you what I paid - Precisely an existence - The market price, they said.

The Pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Bee - A Clover, any time, to him, Is Aristocracy -

To a poet the mere making of a poem can seem to solve the problem of truth:but only a problem of art is solved in poetry.

'I've always written poetry but never had the courage to really express myself until now.'

Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.…