I Credit Poetry For Making This Space-walk

Even If The Last Move Did Not Succeed, The Inner Command Says Move Again.

Smile As You Find A Rhythm Working You, Slow Mile By Mile, Into Your Proper Haunt.

The Completely Solitary Self: That's Where Poetry Comes From, And It Gets Isolated By Crisis, And Those Crises Are Often Very Intimate Also.

When I Was Teaching, I Gave A Lot Of My Mind And Anxiety To It. There Was Always Something Clenched And Anxious In Me Until The Classes Were Over.

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.