Occupation: Poet Birth: December 30, 1918 Death: April 21, 2000
I don't think I do have a soul..
I was desperately unhappy trying to adjust to the world..
I started writing when I was about thirteen..
A collected poems' is either a gravestone or a testimonial to survival..
And it occurs to me that if I were aboard a rowboat floating in the middle of all the beer I've drunk in a lifetime, I'd never be able to see the sho….
At a certain age you're always uncertain how other people will take you..
I'm not religious in any formal sense, not in any God sense..
In my own mind, I was sort of a desperate kid..
Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest. What t….