I Don't Think Of Sex As A

When I First Started Teaching At Berkeley In 1958, I Could Not Announce That I Was Gay To Anybody, Though Probably Quite A Few Of My Fellow Teachers Knew.

We Learned In The University To Consider Wordsworth And Keats As Romantics. They Were Only A Generation Apart, But Wordsworth Didn't Even Read Keats's Book When He Gave Him A Copy.

I Don't Think Of Sex As A Self-destructive Impulse.

As If Hands Were Enough To Hold An Avalanche Off.

Ginsberg's Collected Poems Contains A Wonderful Poem About Making It With Neal Cassady.