I Find You In These Tears, Few,

There'll Always Be Working People In My Poems Because I Grew Up With Them, And I Am A Poet Of Memory.

I Still Believe In This Country, That It Can Fulfill The Destiny Blake And Whitman Envisioned. I Still Believe In American Poetry.

My Father Died When I Was Five, But I Grew Up In A Strong Family.

I Say, Father, The Years Have Brought Me Here, Still Your Son, They Have Brought Me To A Life I Cannot Understand.

The Irony Is, Going To Work Every Day Became The Subject Of Probably My Best Poetry.