To Translate A Poem From Thinking Into

I Loved The Comradeship Of The Sixties And The Seventies, And I Still Maintain Friendships With The People I Worked With Then - The Ones That Are Still Alive. That's One Of The Great Gifts Of Our Political Movements, Great Friendships . . . And Also A Few Enmities.

Old Age Is Another Country, A Place Of Strangeness, Sometimes, And Dislocation. There's A Lot To Be Done In This Country, And A Great Deal Of Pleasure There. There Are Friends, Some Of Whom Are Sick And Needful Of You, As You Will Be Of Them Someday. The World Itself Is Very Beautiful. It's A Place Where You Have A Lot To Do. But You Have To Do It Knowing That Sometimes You Will Be Afraid Of This New Country.

I Don't Believe Civilization Can Do A Lot More Than Educate A Person's Senses.

Old Age Is Not A Good Thing. It Can Be Really Hard, And Those Of Us Who Have It A Little Easier Should Keep In Mind That There Are Hundreds Of Thousands Of People Who Are Not As Well Off.

The Women's Movement Was Coming, But I Didn't Know It In 1956-1957, When I Began To Write.