As For What You're Calling Hard Luck

Go Play With The Towns You Have Built Of Blocks, The Towns Where You Would Have Bound Me! I Sleep In My Earth Like A Tired Fox, And My Bufdfalo Have Found Me.

Truth Is A Hard Deer To Hunt. If You Eat Too Much Truth At Once, You Might Die Of The Truth.

Most Of The Time I'm Not Really Attracted To Writing That's Focused On Filling And Fighting It Out Within A Well-defined Container. I Like Work That Gets Out In The World And Lets The World Shape The Poem.

American Muse, Whose Strong And Diverse Heart So Many Men Have Tried To Understand But Only Made It Smaller With Their Art, Because You Are As Various As Your Land.

If Two New Hampshiremen Aren't A Match For The Devil, We Might As Well Give The Country Back To The Indians.