I Haven't Written Anything In Four Years.

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

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!

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.

Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All Holy, To Where It Flickers Deep In Grass, The Moly.

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