Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.
I wouldn't mind seeing China if I could come back the same day.
Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.
Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.
Poetry should begin with emotion in the poet, and end with the same emotion in the reader. The poem is simply the instrument of transferance.
Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP