I Speak To You. You Speak To

In Time Of Crisis, We Summon Up Our Strength. Then, If We Are Lucky, We Are Able To Call Every Resource, Every Forgotten Image That Can Leap To Our Quickening, Every Memory That Can Make Us Know Our Power. And This Luck Is More Than It Seems To Be: It Depends On The Long Preparation Of The Self To Be Used.

The Universe Of Poetry Is The Universe Of Emotional Truth. Our Material Is In The Way We Feel And The Way We Remember.

The 'idea' For The Poem, Which May Come As An Image Thrown Against Memory, As A Sound Of Words That Sets Off A Traveling Of Sound And Meaning, As A Curve Of Emotion (a Form) Plotted By Certain Crises Of Events Or Image Or Sound, Or As A Title Which Evokes A Sense Of Inner Relations; This Is The First 'surfacing' Of The Poem. Then A Period Of Stillness May Follow.

Always Our Wars Have Been Our Confessions Of Weakness

Punctuation Is Biological. It Is The Physical Indication Of The Body-rhythms Which The Reader Is To Acknowledge.