He skates saucily over great tracts of confessed ignorance.

But for a few phrases from his letters and an odd line or two of his verse, the poet walks gagged through his own biography.

I secretly understood: the primitive appeal of the hearth. Television is-its irresistible charm-a fire.

He had a sensation of anxiety and shame, a sensitivity acute beyond usefulness, as if the nervous system, flayed of its old hide of social usage, must record e…