I Don't Know How To Sit Outside

It Was Difficult Being A Teacher And Out Of The Closet In The '50s. By The Time I Retired, The English Department Was Proud Of Having A Gay Poet Of A Certain Minor Fame. It Was A Very Satisfactory Change!

As If Hands Were Enough To Hold An Avalanche Off.

I Try Not To Observe Myself In The Process Of Composing A Poem Because I Don't Want To Come Up With A Formula, Which I Would Then Be Unscrupulous In Using.

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

I Work Best In Rhyme And Meter. I Was Most Confident Of Myself In That Way.