Joy Is For The Simple Or The

I Think We Got Much Better Poetry When It Was All Regarded As Sinful Or Subversive, And You Had To Hide It Under The Cushion When Somebody Came In.

The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like Something Almost Being Said.

It Is Fatal To Decide, Intellectually, What Good Poetry Is Because You Are Then In Honour Bound To Try To Write It, Instead Of The Poems That Only You Can Write.

Here Is An Unfenced Existance

Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring Breadfruit, Whatever They Are.