I Can Write The Saddest Poem Of

Shyness Is A Condition Foreign To The Heart - A Category, A Dimension Which Leads To Loneliness.

Give Me Silence, Water, Hope Give Me Struggle, Iron, Volcanoes.

The Typewriter Separated Me From A Deeper Intimacy With Poetry, And My Hand Brought Me Closer To That Intimacy Again.

Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked Or Is That Her Only Dress? Why Do Trees Conceal The Splendor Of Their Roots? Who Hears The Regrets Of The Thieving Automobile? Is There Anything In The World Sadder Than A Train Standing In The Rain?

The Best Poet Is The Man Who Delivers Our Daily Bread: The Local Baker.