Writers Are Nothing But Beggars With A

I Have Loved You Woman As Surely As I Have Named You Rust And Sand And Nylon.

The Sea Is Made Of Blood

My Heart Is A Thousand Years Old. I Am Not Like Other People.

Why Do You Insist Upon Destroying Yourself?

That Your Power Of Command With Simple Language Was One Of The Magnificent Things Of Our Century. (from The Poem: Result)