"The Wind – tapped like a tired Man – And like a Host – 'Come in' I boldly answered – entered then – My Residence within –"

"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the …"

"The Sun went down – He drew the Day Like a Head scarf back – And left the West in Crimsons wrapped –"

"The Soul's Superior instants Occur to Her – as if – A Child's discernment of the Novelties Of Paradise –"

"The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago – And now a Silver Cycle strides As analyzed by me –"