Because A Poem Is Not Written While

... Sometimes I Can Feel It, The Way We Are Pouring Slowly Toward A Curve And Around It Through Something Dark And Soft, And We Are Bound To Each Other.

This Creature Of The Poem May Assemble Itself Into A Being With Its Own Centrifugal Force.

I Was A Late Bloomer. But Anyone Who Blooms At All, Ever, Is Very Lucky.

When I Quit All These Things And Said I Didn't Have Any Time, I Meant I Didn't Have Any Time.

Every Poet I Know - Although There May Be Some I Don't Know Who Lead Very Different Lives, Who Maybe Live In The Country And Don't Teach - Tends To Be Just Like The Rest Of Us: Just Really Busy, Really Overcommitted.