My Heart Is A Thousand Years Old.

We Only Asked For Leopards To Guard Our Thinning Dreams.

Finally There Is Nothing Here For Death To Take Away.

I Can't Think Of Any Poet-recluses Outside Of One Dead Jeffers. [robinson Jeffers] The Rest Of Them Want To Slobber Over Each Other And Hug Each Other. It Appears To Me That I Am The Last Of The Poet-recluses.

I Like The Way Mahler Wandered About In His Music And Still Retained His Passion. He Must Have Looked Like An Earthquake Walking Down The Street.

I'm Very Clever At Hiding Poems Perhaps More Clever Than I Am At Writing Them.