I Didn't Have Time To Sit Down

I'm Not Asking A Poem To Carry A Lot Of Rocks In Its Pockets. Just Being An Ordinary Observer And Liver And Feeler And Letting The Experience Get Through You Onto The Notebook With The Pen, Through The Arm, Out Of The Body, Onto The Page, Without Distortion.

I Didn't Have Time To Sit Down And Look At The Work Of A Year And Choose What To Type.

Well, One Thing I'm Really Interested In, When I'm Writing, Is Being Accurate.

Many Poets Write Books. They'll Tell You: Well, I've Got My Next Book, But There Are Two Poems I Need To Write, One About X, One About Y. This Is A Wonder To Me.

I Did Not Deceive Him, He Did Not Deceive Me, I Did Not Leave Him, He Did Not Leave Me, I Freed Him, He Freed Me.