SEX is designed for people who like overcoming obstacles.
And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.
I didn't choose poetry: poetry chose me.
Only in books the flat and final happens, Only in dreams we meet and interlock.
One of the great criticisms of poets of the past is that they said one thing and did another.
A writer once said to me, If you ever go to America, go either to the East Coast or the West Coast: The rest is a desert full of bigots. That's what I think I'd like . . . a version of pastoral.