The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like

It's Easy To Write When You've Nothing To Write About (that Is, When You Are Young).

A Writer Once Said To Me, If You Ever Go To America, Go Either To The East Coast Or The West Coast: The Rest Is A Desert Full Of Bigots. That's What I Think I'd Like . . . A Version Of Pastoral.

The Only Way To Eliminate Unemployment Is To Eliminate Unemployment Benefits.

And Immediately Rather Than Words Comes The Thought Of High Windows: The Sun-comprehending Glass, And Beyond It, The Deep Blue Air, That Shows Nothing, And Is Nowhere, And Is Endless.

Still, Vicious Or Virtuous, Love Suits Most Of Us.