There is a harder fight that e.e. cummings did not recognize: the battle with your own mind!
I have to tell you the truth: I don’t think you are going to hire me.
I still wonder if I did the right thing, if I did any good in the world.
This was a last day and I was sad.
The mirrors reflect nothing except the blue light shining off the sheets of the bed.
What they had seen!
I did not cry when my mother wrote to me in Greece to tell me that he was dead.
….when I walked into the door and broke my nose — off.
Blessed was that moment,
In my manic days, I told everyone.
I have the least good opinion of myself.