The vivacious persona she liked to project was far removed from her sober, steady, even puritanical self. She was vivacious, all right, but with a penchant for archeology and a taste for penniless scribblers. She had been married to a Manhattan gynecologist before me. When we eventually separated in the late 1960s, she gave a newspaper interview. "Marry a doctor," she explained to the reporter, "and you'll appreciate poetry. Marry a poet, and you'll appreciate money."Read the whole thing here.