All The Lousy Little Poets Coming Around

I Have To Finish It In Order To Know Whether It Deserves To Survive.

I Want History To Jump On Canada's Spine With Sharp Skates.

How Can I Begin Anything New With All Of Yesterday In Me?

In Dreams The Truth Is Learned That All Good Works Are Done In The Absence Of A Caress.

And May My Bronze Name / Touch Always Her Thousand Fingers / Grow Brighter With Her Weeping / Until I Am Fixed Like A Galaxy / And Memorized / In Her Secret And Fragile Skies.