Blackout Poetry Notes

Best Days

Don't care about the money
after all,
the best days
were ordinary times.

She loved
as if thousands of roots
had grown
quietly,
in the tangle of bonds
so intimate and
curiously invading.

To be married:
this intimacy was deeper,
more personal and
so necessary.

Life is measured
in a choice
between death and
living with the eagerness
for more.

Sex and a cocktail:
the effect
amounted to one of
curious love.

Helpless and lost
to writing
and yet, in some
mysterious way
the servation was extraordinary.

My heart appeared
in a savage ferocity
and the affections unalterably,
all his.

I suppose, to write
is for yourself alone.

Women's lives if
told right,
will share her
elation
and her suffering.

Have infinite kindness.