From “Alphabet Poem”

By Erica Jong The poet must abolish I, Said Keats; have no identity, but as water flowing around a rock - a voice for all the unsaid waves within antenna of the deep.


From “The Impressionists”

A poem by Erica Jong "They conspired to paint the air knowing that art is not only a way of seeing but a way of being, a passion for the light a tenderness at heart just short of being wounded by the air, a toughness, too."