I Work All Day, And

A Writer Once Said To Me, If You Ever Go To America, Go Either To The East Coast Or The West Coast: The Rest Is A Desert Full Of Bigots. That's What I Think I'd Like . . . A Version Of Pastoral.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

No One Can Tear Your Thread Out Of Himself. No One Can Tie You Down Or Set You Free.

And Immediately Rather Than Words Comes The Thought Of High Windows: The Sun-comprehending Glass, And Beyond It, The Deep Blue Air, That Shows Nothing, And Is Nowhere, And Is Endless.

I Have Started To Say "a Quarter Of A Century" Or "thirty Years Back" About My Own Life.