But What's A Writer For? The Whole

This Hill Crossed With Broken Pines And Maples Lumpy With The Burial Mounds Of Uprooted Hemlocks (hurricane Of '38) Out Of Their Rotting Hearts Generations Rise Trying Once More To Become The Forest Just Beyond Them Tall Enough To Be Called Trees In Their Youth Like Aspen A Bouquet Of Young Beech Is Gathered They Still Wear Last Summer's Leaves The Lightest Brown Almost Translucent How Their Stubbornness Has Decorated The Winter Woods.

I Am Very Interested In People Trying To Write Because I Don't Have A Big Academic Background At All.

I Do Lots Of Reading And Speaking At Many Universities About Literature And Also About Politics, Which Is As Much A Part Of My Life As The Literature.

Well, You Have Children So You Know: Little Children Little Troubles, Big Children, Big Troubles - It's A Saying In Yiddish. Maybe The Chinese Said It Too.

If You're Old And You're Healthy And You're Active - I Don't Mean You Have To Be Politically Active - If You Remain Interested In Other People And The World, Then You Live As Well As Your Health Will Allow.