‘It looks like life, or its oasis.’
‘I shall miss you so much when I am dead’
‘Red sadness never appears sad . . . it appears in flashes of passion, anger, fear, inspiration and courage, in dark unsellable visions; it is an upside down penny concealed beneath a tea cosy.’
‘Why do you cry?’
‘what did you think of, / how long did you wait’
‘nothing in those early evenings free / of care could have prepared you’
