I think a young poet, or an old poet, for that matter, should try to produce something that pleases himself personally, not only when he's written it but a couple of weeks later. Then he should see if it pleases anyone else, by sending it to the kind of magazine he likes reading.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.
Novels are about other people and poems are about yourself.
Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.
On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.
The breath that sharpens life is life itself.