"Kore".
"As I was walking I came upon chance
walking the same road upon.
As I sat down by chance to move later if and as
I might, light the wood was, light and green, and what
I saw before I had not seen.
It was a lady accompanied by goat men leading her.
Her hair held earth.
Her eyes were dark.
A double flute made her move.
O love, where are you leading me now?"
I certainly gave you a lot of poems.
I was a little conscious of the time.
The next one, I remember reading somewhere
that Robert Graves makes a comment to the effect
that he distrusts the domestic news
and feels that it's a questionable allegiance.
Or rather that one should be ready to leave all
at any moment, which is true, but not in the sense of a--
not in a sense of a kind of boast, at least.
And for myself, I think that the so-called domestic situation
has always been my own center, as it
has been for many of the people whom I closely respect.
I was thinking that, curiously, the--
for Allen Ginsberg, it's curiously
the domestic situation also, although it's quite--
his life has led him to confrontations
that mine has perhaps been blessed by not having to face.
I mean, a poem is Kaddish after almost more deeply
into the context and texture.
Well, whatever to call it, I mean, the actuality
of a life in relation to that, which gave that life.
There's any poem I can think of.
But in any case, if that's to be outlawed, and then
I can't agree with that, which prescribes against it.