How Sociable The Garden Was. We Ate

The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate Candor And Secrecy Inside The Skin.

I Don't Think Of Sex As A Self-destructive Impulse.

My Old Teacher's Definition Of Poetry Is An Attempt To Understand.

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.

It Was Difficult Being A Teacher And Out Of The Closet In The '50s. By The Time I Retired, The English Department Was Proud Of Having A Gay Poet Of A Certain Minor Fame. It Was A Very Satisfactory Change!