I See Woefully Obscure Poetry As Simply

One Of These Days I'm-a Make Me A Book Out Of You.

And I Should Mention The Light Which Falls Through The Big Windows This Time Of Day Italicizing Everything It Touches.

There's A Lot Of Unconscious Activity That Goes On I Think In The Composition Of A Poem.

You Will Always Be The Bread And The Knife, Not To Mention The Crystal Goblet And—somehow—the Wine.

Often People, When They're Confronted With A Poem, It's Like Someone Who Keep Saying 'what Is The Meaning Of This? What Is The Meaning Of This?' And That Dulls Us To The Other Pleasures Poetry Offers.