The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate

I Don't Think Of Sex As A Self-destructive Impulse.

A Literary Influence Is Never Just A Literary Influence. It's Also An Influence In The Way You See Everything - In The Way You Feel Your Life.

Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All Holy, To Where It Flickers Deep In Grass, The Moly.

I Was At A Benefit For Some Imprisoned Students In The '60s At San Francisco State, And There Were Lots Of Poets Reading For The Benefit: One Was Elizabeth Bishop.

My Thoughts Are Crowded With Death And It Draws So Oddly On The Sexual That I Am Confused To Be Attracted By, In Effect, My Own Annihilation.