Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

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

Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.

First she starved herself of love, which meant also life; then of poetry in deference to what she thought her religion demanded.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.