Even If The Last Move Did Not

The Way We Are Living, Timorous Or Bold, Will Have Been Our Life.

I've Always Associated The Moment Of Writing With A Moment Of Lift, Of Joy, Of Unexpected Reward.

The Aim Of Poetry And The Poet Is Finally To Be Of Service, To Ply The Effort Of The Individual Into The Larger Work Of The Community As A Whole.

My Body Was Braille For The Creeping Influences.

Wherever That Man Went, He Went Gratefully.