Poetry Has A Way Of

If Art Is Not To Be Life-enhancing, What Is It To Be?

I Find That When I Have Any Appointment, Even An Afternoon One, It Changes The Whole Quality Of Time. I Feel Overcharged. There Is No Space For What Wells Up From The Subconscious; Those Dreams And Images Live In Deep Still Water And Simply Submerge When The Day Gets Scattered.

At Some Point I Believe One Has To Stop Holding Back For Fear Of Alienating Some Imaginary Reader Or Real Relative Or Friend, And Come Out With Personal Truth.

Women Are At Last Becoming Persons First And Wives Second, And That Is As It Should Be.

Poetry Is First Of All A Way Of Life And Only Secondarily A Way Of Writing.