Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats |
The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real. |
The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved. |
This life is a war we are not yet winning for our daughters' children./ Don't do your enemies' work for them./ Finish your own. |
When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites. |
With my poems, I finally won even my mother. The longest wooing of my life. |