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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.

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!

Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All Holy, To Where It Flickers Deep In Grass, The Moly.

The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate Candor And Secrecy Inside The Skin.

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.