As Humans We Look At Things And

As Humans We Look At Things And Think About What We've Looked At. We Treasure It In A Kind Of Private Art Gallery.

When I First Started Teaching At Berkeley In 1958, I Could Not Announce That I Was Gay To Anybody, Though Probably Quite A Few Of My Fellow Teachers Knew.

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.

I Don't Know How To Sit Outside Myself And Test Against A Hypothetical Self Who Stayed Home.

I Haven't Written Anything In Four Years. I'm Sort Of Dried Up.