As A Poet, One Lives A Bit

Antoine St. Exupery Once Mourned The Loss Of A Man And The Secret Treasures That He Held Inside Him. I Loved Exupery; I Will Read Him Again, And He Will Talk To Me, Not Being Dead, Or Gone. Is That Life After Death — Mind Living On Paper And Flesh Living In Offspring? Maybe. I Do Not Know.

What I Didn't Say Was That Each Time I Picked Up A German Dictionary Or A German Book, The Very Sight Of Those Dense, Black, Barbed-wire Letters Made My Mind Shut Like A Clam.

I Suppose I'll Always Be Over-vulnerable, Slightly Paranoid.

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn't Know.

I Have Suffered The Atrocity Of Sunsets.