A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness

I Have Walked Through Many Lives, Some Of Them My Own, And I Am Not Who I Was, Though Some Principle Of Being Abides, From Which I Struggle Not To Stray.

End With An Image And Don't Explain.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.

Rhythm To Me Is Essentially What Hopkins Called The Taste Of Self. I Taste Myself As Rhythm.

Live In The Layers, Not On The Litter.