From a June 12, 1992 letter to Jon Cone:
Well, on e.e. cummings, he came at a time when I was reading everything and had many half-heroes. It was not so much his content as his tricky and lovely and easy and funny way of using and placing his words. That was it. No content, say like Jeffers. But somehow I had this strange Romantic feeling about him. And Auden, Spender, Pound. Sherwood Anderson, etc. These bastards simply gave me the old thrill. It didn't last but it was good while it did. And I look back at them and probably feel that they were much better than they actually were. But they did their work for me: they carried me along while I worked with my own madness and failure.
Then he goes on to William Saroyan.