How Sociable The Garden Was. We Ate

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.

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

I Think Most Men, Heterosexual And Homosexual, Enjoy Being Considered Sexual Objects.

I Work Best In Rhyme And Meter. I Was Most Confident Of Myself In That Way.

How Sociable The Garden Was. We Ate And Talked In Given Light. The Children Put Their Toys To Grass All The Warm Wakeful August Night.