The Hardest Thing, I Think, Is To

A Black-sharded Lady Keeps Me In A Parrot Cage.

We Stayed At Home To Write, To Consolidate Our Outstretched Selves.

It Is So Much Safer Not To Feel, Not To Let The World Touch Me.

I Think That In Poetry Personal Experience Is Very Important, But Certainly It Shouldn't Be A Kind Of Shut-box And Mirror Looking, Narcissistic Experience. I Believe It Should Be Relevant, And Relevant To The Larger Things, The Bigger Things Such As Hiroshima And Dachau And So On.

That Afternoon My Mother Had Brought Me The Roses. "save Them For My Funeral," I'd Said.