Occupation: Poet Birth: May 21, 1926 Death: March 30, 2005
Writing is the same as music. It’s in how you phrase it, how you hold back the note, bend it, shape it, then release it. And what you don’t play is a….
Oh well, I will say here, knowing each man, let you find a good wife too, and love her as hard as you can..
I will go to the garden. I will be a romantic. I will sell myself in hell, in heaven also I will be..
O love, where are you leading me now?.
I don’t think any man writing can worry about what the act of writing costs him, even though at times he is very aware of it..
Comes the time when it's later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill.
Still, no one finally knows what a poet is supposed either to be or to do. Especially in this country, one takes on the job—because all that one does….
My nature is a quagmire of unresolved confessions..
Hopefully, I write what I don't know..
Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indiffer….