What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy in: Where can we live but days?

I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt.

They say eyes clear with age.

Heads in the Women's Ward On pillow after pillow lies The wild white hair and staring eyes; Jaws stand open; necks are stretched With every tendon sharply sketched; A bearded mouth talks silently To someone no one else can see. Sixty years ago they smiled At lover, husband, first-born child. Smiles are for youth. For old age come Death's terror and delirium.

Only in books the flat and final happens, Only in dreams we meet and interlock.

Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself.

Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP