I Had Decided I Would Put Off

You Are A Dream; I Hope I Never Meet You.

Everything People Did Seemed So Silly, Because They Only Died In The End.

I Started Adding Up All The Things I Couldn't Do.

I Think My Poems Immediately Come Out Of The Sensuous And Emotional Experiences I Have, But I Must Say I Cannot Sympathise With These Cries From The Heart That Are Informed By Nothing Except A Needle Or A Knife, Or Whatever It Is.

I Find That In A Novel I Can Get More Of Life, Perhaps Not Such Intense Life, But Certainly More Of Life Than In Poetry.