I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls

I Take Space To Be The Central Fact To Man Born In America. I Spell It Large Because It Comes Large Here. Large And Without Mercy.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The First Sound Realized In The Modality Of Being.

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

You Don't Help People In Your Poems. I've Been Trying To Help People All My Life - That's My Trouble