The Violence And Obscenity Are Left Unadulterated,

He Understands My Pity For His Ridiculous, Humiliating Physical Necessity.

I See Enormous Loves Growing Immense And Finally Crushing Me.

Tropical Nights Are Hammocks For Lovers.

It Is A Sign Of Great Inner Insecurity To Be Hostile To The Unfamiliar.

Out Of The Red And Silver And The Long Cry Of Alarm To The Poet Who Survives In All Human Beings, As The Child Survives In Him; To This Poet She Threw An Unexpected Ladder In The Middle Of The City And Ordained, 'climb!