And Of Course There Must Be Something

A Poem Begins As A Lump In The Throat, A Sense Of Wrong, A Homesickness, A Lovesickness.

Let's Get My Incantation Right: "i Wish I May, I Wish I Might" Give Earth Another Satellite.

Poetry Is A Way Of Taking Life By The Throat.

When Clever People Ask Me Where I Get A Poem, I Despair.

For, Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief, Merely Because It Ceases To Be True, Cling To It Long Enough, And Not A Doubt, It Will Turn True Again, For So It Goes.