It Was My First Big Chance, But

Jealousy Can Open The Blood, It Can Make Black Roses.

Dancing Is The Normal Prelude To Intercourse.

I Am Made, Crudely, For Success.

I'm About Fifty Years Behind As Far As My Preferences Go And I Must Say That The Poets Who Excite Me Most Are The Americans. There Are Very Few Contemporary English Poets That I Admire.

What I Want Back Is What I Was Before The Bed, Before The Knife, Before The Brooch-pin And The Salve Fixed Me In This Parenthesis; Horses Fluent In The Wind, A Place, A Time Gone Out Of Mind.