There have been two popular subjects for poetry in the last few decades: the Vietnam War and AIDS, about both of which almost all of us have felt deeply.
As humans we look at things and think about what we've looked at. We treasure it in a kind of private art gallery.
I don't know how to sit outside myself and test against a hypothetical self who stayed home.
I had assumed that I would age with all my friends growing old around me, dying off very gradually one by one. And here was a plague that cut them off so early.
My old teacher's definition of poetry is an attempt to understand.
We control the content of our dreams.
Deep feeling doesn't make for good poetry. A way with language would be a bit of help.
I don't think of sex as a self-destructive impulse.
Many of my poems are not sexual.
We tend to put poems into factions. And it restricts our reading.
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.
It was difficult being a teacher and out of the closet in the '50s. By the time I retired, the English department was proud of having a gay poet of a certain minor fame. It was a very satisfactory change!
I think most men, heterosexual and homosexual, enjoy being considered sexual objects.
I was much influenced by Jean-Paul Sartre.
I work best in rhyme and meter. I was most confident of myself in that way.
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