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

I Write What's Given Me To Write.

Back Then, I Couldn't Have Left A Poem A Year And Gone Back To It.

Now I Must Wait And Be Still And Say Nothing I Don't Know, Nothing I Haven't Lived Over And Over, And That's Everything.

Some Things You Know All Your Life. They Are So Simple And True They Must Be Said Without Elegance, Meter And Rhyme...they Must Be Naked And Alone, They Must Stand For Themselves.