The Word Career Is A Divisive Word.

Here I Am In The Garden Laughing An Old Woman With Heavy Breasts And A Nicely Mapped Face How Did This Happen Well That's Who I Wanted To Be At Last A Woman In The Old Style Sitting Stout Thighs Apart Under A Big Skirt Grandchild Sliding On Off My Lap A Pleasant Summer Perspiration That's My Old Man Across The Yard He's Talking To The Meter Reader He's Telling Him The World's Sad Story How Electricity Is Oil Or Uranium And So Forth I Tell My Grandson Run Over To Your Grandpa Ask Him To Sit Beside Me For A Minute I Am Suddenly Exhausted By My Desire To Kiss His Sweet Explaining Lips.

If I Miss Anything, It's Being Able To Hang Out In The City Of New York Meeting People And Talking To Them On The Corner.

I'm Really Sorry For People Growing Up Right Now, Because They Have Some Cockeyed Idea That They Can Get By With Their Eyes Closed; The Cane They're Tapping Is Money, And That Won't Take Them In The Right Direction.

If You're Old And You're Healthy And You're Active - I Don't Mean You Have To Be Politically Active - If You Remain Interested In Other People And The World, Then You Live As Well As Your Health Will Allow.

When You Think Of Things That Influenced Your Life, Mother Goose Influenced More People Than Almost Any Other Thing, The Rhythms Of Those Poems. Everything After That Was A Bare Imitation Of Some Of Those Mysterious And Materialistic Poems.