...I've learned exactly who the enemy are. I easily recognize them-business-suited in their modern American executive guise, each boss two feet taller than I am and impossible to meet eye to eye.

There's something in life that's a curtain, and I keep trying to raise it.

Let my life as Poet begin. I want the life of the Poet. I have labored for over twelve years, one thousand pages of prose. Now, I want the easiness of poetry. The brevity of the poem.

And I had to get out of hating range.

You must not tell anyone,' my mother said, 'what I am about to tell you.'

Perhaps women were once so dangerous that they had to have their feet bound

The work of preservation demands that the feelings playing about in one's guts not be turned into action. Just watch their passing like cherry blossoms.