Back Then, I Couldn't Have Left A

Now I Must Wait And Be Still And Say Nothing I Don't Know, Nothing I Haven't Lived Over And Over, And That's Everything.

How Weightless/ Words Are When Nothing Will Do.

The Irony Is, Going To Work Every Day Became The Subject Of Probably My Best Poetry.

I Still Believe In This Country, That It Can Fulfill The Destiny Blake And Whitman Envisioned. I Still Believe In American Poetry.

You Have Begun To Separate The Dark From The Dark.