I think the whole emphasis in England, in universities, on practical criticism (but not that so much as on historical criticism, knowing what period a line comes from) this is almost paralysing. In America, in University, we read - what? - T. S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, Yeats, that is where we began. Shakespeare flaunted in the background. I'm not sure I agree with this, but I think that' for the young poet, the writing poet, it is not quite so frightening to go to university in America as it is in England, for these reasons.

If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.

The box is only temporary.