I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?

I Defer To All These Other American Poets Who, For Some Reason, I Both Envy And Admire.

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

Whatever You Have To Say, Leave The Roots On, Let Them Dangle And The Dirt Just To Make Clear Where They Come From.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct