Mother's Room, And Mother's Need

So Love Is Rest? The Cosy Corner? The Little Nook? Sometimes It Ought To Be. Sometimes It Is.

Music Attacks My Inner Ear Like An Antagonist, It's Not My World.

They Can't Give A Nobel To Someone Who's Dead So I Think They Were Probably Thinking They Had Better Give It To Me Now.

I Am Increasingly Afflicted By Vertigo Where Words Mean Nothing

The Most Exciting Periods Of Literature Have Always Been Those When The Critics Were Great.