As If Hands Were Enough To Hold

I Think Most Men, Heterosexual And Homosexual, Enjoy Being Considered Sexual Objects.

My Thoughts Are Crowded With Death And It Draws So Oddly On The Sexual That I Am Confused To Be Attracted By, In Effect, My Own Annihilation.

I Notice That Students, Particularly For Gay Students, It's Too Easy To Write About My Last Trick Or Something. It's Not Very Interesting To The Reader.

Deep Feeling Doesn't Make For Good Poetry. A Way With Language Would Be A Bit Of Help.

We Learned In The University To Consider Wordsworth And Keats As Romantics. They Were Only A Generation Apart, But Wordsworth Didn't Even Read Keats's Book When He Gave Him A Copy.