I Don't Think Of Sex

The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate Candor And Secrecy Inside The Skin.

I Don't Know How To Sit Outside Myself And Test Against A Hypothetical Self Who Stayed Home.

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.

We Learned In The University To Consider Wordsworth And Keats As Romantics. They Were Only A Generation Apart, But Wordsworth Didn't Even Read Keats's Book When He Gave Him A Copy.

I Deliberately Wrote A Poem In My Last Book Where I Was Suggesting That There Are Other Passions As Great As Or More Important Than The Passion Of Sex.