For Hard It Is To Keep From

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat

When Work Becomes Play, And Play Becomes Your Work, Your Life Unfolds.

And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.

One Of The Hardest Things In Life To Accept Is A Called Third Strike.

I Have Just Been To A City In The West, A City Full Of Poets, A City They Have Made Safe For Poets. The Whole City Is So Lovely That You Do Not Have To Write It Up To Make It Poetry; It Is Ready-made For You. But, I Don't Know - The Poetry Written In That City Might Not Seem Like Poetry If Read Outside Of The City. It Would Be Like The Jokes Made When You Were Drunk; You Have To Get Drunk Again To Appreciate Them.