I Laid My Face To The Smooth

Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie Sea-sick And Fever-dry.

How Many Different Deaths I Can Die?

As A Poet, One Lives A Bit On Air. I Always Like Someone Who Can Teach Me Something Practical.

The Day I Went Into Physics Class It Was Death.

I Liked Looking On At Other People In Crucial Situations. If There Was A Road Accident Or A Street Fight Or A Baby Pickled In A Laboratory Jar For Me To Look At, I'd Stop And Look So Hard I Never Forgot It.