And alien tears will fill for him Pity's long-broken urn, For his mourners will be outcast men, And outcasts always mourn.

And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats, None knew so well as I: For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die.

I know not whether Laws be right, Or whether Laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol Is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, A ye…

Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope.

It has always been my temptation to put myself in other people's shoes: even into a horse's shoes as he strains before the heavy dray; into a ballerina's point…

When Marilyn Monroe got out of the game, I wrote something like, 'Southern California's special horror notwithstanding, if the world offered nothing, nowhere t…

In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords.