The man who taught me my first lit class in college thought he was The Man, too and I also took against him. And then Anais Nin changed my mind. She just kept going on about him. I picked up one of his short stories entitled Sun and fell for it, hook, line and sinker.

I am rather enjoying his work, though. He has an uncanny ability to portray emotion, and is particularly baffled by the female gender. I have not read enough to make an educated stance on what his attitude with and toward women is, but as soon as I do, I shall share the details.

What are some of the poems you like?