There Can Be No Whiter

A Poem Doesn't Do Everything For You. You Are Supposed To Go On With Your Thinking. You Are Supposed To Enrich The Other Person's Poem With Your Extensions, Your Uniquely Personal Understandings, Thus Making The Poem Serve You.

I Swear To Keep The Dead Upon My Mind, / Disdain For All Time To Be Overglad.

When You Love A Man, He Becomes More Than A Body. His Physical Limbs Expand, And His Outline Recedes, Vanishes. He Is Rich And Sweet And Right. He Is Part Of The World, The Atmosphere, The Blue Sky And The Blue Water.

Truth-tellers Are Not Always Palatable. There Is A Preference For Candy Bars.

What Shall I Give My Children? Who Are Poor, / Who Are Adjudged The Leastwise Of The Land...