Speak against unconscious oppression,Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,Speak against bonds.

Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past.

For the beginning is assuredlythe end- since we know nothing, pureand simple, beyondour own complexities.

One breath taken completely; one poem, fully written, fully read - in such a moment, anything can happen.

More or Less Love Poems #11:No babeWe'd neverSwing together butthe syncopationwould be something wild

Tăcerea coboară-n spiraleRotunde şi-ovale,Ca nişte confeti de-aceeaşi culoare...

O Stunden in der Kindheit,da hinter den Figuren mehr als nurVergangnes war und vor uns nicht die Zukunft.

Il pleure dans mon coeurComme il pleut sur la ville.Tears are shed in my heart like the rain on the town.

He remembers which sisterI like least and askshow she is doing.(lines 9-11 of the poem 'Divorce')

My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;

Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.....

So it's off with the shellsuit and on with the Armanis,Bring out the champagne and the caviar sarnies

I am suggesting that the radical of poetry lies not in theresolution of doubts but in their proliferation

we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it.