My Work Is The World. Here The

Look, Hasn't My Body Already Felt Like The Body Of A Flower?

My First Two Books Are Out Of Print And, Okay, They Can Sleep There Comfortably. It's Early Work, Derivative Work.

Also I Wanted To Be Able To Love And We All Know How That One Goes, Don't We? Slowly

You Only Have To Let The Soft Animal Of Your Body Love What It Loves.

Come With Me Into The Woods Where Spring Is Advancing, As It Does, No Matter What, Not Being Singular Or Particular, But One Of The Forever Gifts, And Certainly Visible.