I Gathered Poets Around Me And We

Will You Come Down And Kiss Me Good Night?

I Love Your Silences, They Are Like Mine.

Eroticism Is One Of The Basic Means Of Self-knowledge, As Indispensable As Poetry.

I Love Her For What She Has Dared To Be, For Her Hardness, Her Cruelty, Her Egoism, Her Perverseness, Her Demoniac Destructiveness. She Would Crush Me To Ashes Without Hesitation. She Is A Personality Created To The Limit. I Worship Her Courage To Hurt, And I Am Willing To Be Sacrificed To It. She Will Add The Sum Of Me To Her. She Will Be June Plus All That I Contain.

How Wrong It Is For A Woman To Expect The Man To Build The World She Wants, Rather Than To Create It Herself.