I Am Not A Nature Poet. There

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile / And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over.

Far In The Pillared Dark Thrush Music Went- Almost Like A Call To Come In To The Dark And Lament. But No, I Was Out For Stars: I Would Not Come In. I Meant Not Even If Asked, And I Hadn't Been.

Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against The Confusion Of The World.

Poetry Is When An Emotion Has Found Its Thought And The Thought Has Found Words.

Skepticism, Is That Anything More Than We Used To Mean When We Said, Well, What Have We Here?