Occupation: Writer Birth: March 27, 1926 Death: July 25, 1966
The poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages. In all modesty, I confess that it may be the death of literature as we know it..
I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life….
I have, for my own projected works and ideas, only the silliest and dewiest of hopes; no matter what, I am romantic enough or sentimental enough to w….
I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love..