I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

When have I last looked on The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies Of the dark leopards of the moon? All the wild witches, those most noble ladies, F…

Hands, do what you're bid: Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its narrow shed.

All shuffle there; all cough in ink; All wear the carpet with their shoes; All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbour knows. Lord, wha…

One does not get better but different and older and that is always a pleasure.

The appeal to heaven breaks off. The petals begin to fall, in self-forgiveness. It is a flower. On this mountainside it is dying.

'I have accepted fear as part of life - specifically the fear of change ... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says turn back.'