I Feel The Terror Of Idleness, Like

One Thing I Do Know Is That Poetry, To Be Understood, Must Be Clear.

When It's Over, I Want To Say: All My Life I Was A Bride Married To Amazement. I Was The Bridegroom, Taking The World Into My Arms.

Today Again I Am Hardly Myself. It Happens Over And Over.

Poetry Is A River; Many Voices Travel In It; Poem After Poem Moves Along In The Exciting Crests And Falls Of The River Waves. None Is Timeless; Each Arrives In An Historical Context; Almost Everything, In The End, Passes. But The Desire To Make A Poem, And The World's Willingness To Receive It--indeed The World's Need Of It--these Never Pass.

I Took One Look And Fell, Hook And Tumble.