“General Forester, once I wrote a poem I’m reminded of. It was called ‘Advice to Those Who Would Love Poets.’ ” The General opened his teeth without separating his lips. “It started something like: Young man, she will gnaw out your tongue. Lady, he will steal your hands… You can read the rest. It’s in my second book. If you’re not willing to lose a poet seven times a day, it’s frustrating as hell.” He said simply: “You knew I…” “I knew and I know. And I’m glad.”
