Jewels! Today Each Twig Is

I Like You; Your Eyes Are Full Of Language." [letter To Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

Home Is My Bethlehem, My Succoring Shelter, My Mental Hospital, My Wife, My Dam, My Husband, My Sir, My Womb, My Skull.

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

Earth, Earthriding Your Merry-go-roundtoward Extinction,right To The Rootsthickening The Oceans Like Gravy,festering In Your Caves,you Are Becoming A Latrine.

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By