Eleven Months. Now She's Gone Gone As

When You Play The Field Selfishly Everything Works Against You: One Can’t Insist On Love Or Demand Affection. You’re Finally Left With Whatever You Have Been Willing To Give Which Often Is: Nothing.

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

It's Better To Do A Dull Thing With Style Than A Dangerous Thing Without It.

One Can Never Be Sure Whether It's Good Poetry Or Bad Acid

Well, We Lost It, And That’s All There Is To That.