One Joins The Movement In

One Joins The Movement In A Valueless World, Choosing It, Till Both Hurler And The Hurled, One Moves As Well, Always Toward, Toward.

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

As If Hands Were Enough To Hold An Avalanche Off.

When I First Started Teaching At Berkeley In 1958, I Could Not Announce That I Was Gay To Anybody, Though Probably Quite A Few Of My Fellow Teachers Knew.

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.