I can’t speak of this
Here, or anywhere.
It will ruin my poem, as it ruined my poems published before;
It is for my understanding alone.
To concede you are wrong when you are wrong is sometimes wrong,
And you can make it right only in a conversation with yourself.
Wrong is wrong—poems, the public
Meausure wrong by you. Stay out of its eye.
To be seen is to die.
A lover is in the world, and I would have to write about the world, too.
Our love was love when no one knew.
