The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate

I Think Most Men, Heterosexual And Homosexual, Enjoy Being Considered Sexual Objects.

I Deliberately Wrote A Poem In My Last Book Where I Was Suggesting That There Are Other Passions As Great As Or More Important Than The Passion Of Sex.

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

I Work Best In Rhyme And Meter. I Was Most Confident Of Myself In That Way.

Much That Is Natural, To The Will Must Yield. Men Manufacture Both Machine And Soul, And Use What They Imperfectly Control To Dare A Future From The Taken Routes.