Parting Is A Training Streamer,lingering Like Leaves

I Have Started To Say "a Quarter Of A Century" Or "thirty Years Back" About My Own Life.

Only In Books The Flat And Final Happens, Only In Dreams We Meet And Interlock.

Home Is So Sad. It Stays As It Was Left, / Shaped To The Comfort Of The Last To Go / As If To Win Them Back

If You Tell A Novelist, 'life's Not Like That', He Has To Do Something About It. The Poet Simply Replies, 'no, But I Am.'

A Writer Can Have Only One Language, If Language Is Going To Mean Anything To Him.