Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy. — Stevie Smith

He did not love in the human way.

All the same, there is a difficulty. I should like him to be happy in heaven here,

But he cannot come by wishing. Only by being already at home here.

No man has seen her, this pitiful ghost,

And no woman either, but heard her at most,

Sighing and tapping and sighing again,

You have weaned me too soon, you must nurse me again.