It Takes A Long Time To Publish

I Love Painting And Music, Of Course. I Don't Know Nearly As Much About Them As I Know About Poetry. I've Certainly Been Influenced By Fiction. I Was Overwhelmed By War And Peace When I Read It, And I Didn't Read It Until I Was In My Late 20s.

This Rose Became A Bandanna, Which Became A House, Which Became Infused With All Passion, Which Became A Hideaway, Which Became Yes I Would Like To Have Dinner, Which Became Hands, Which Became Lands, Shores, Beaches, Natives On The Stones, Staring And Wild Beasts In The Trees, Chasing The Hats Of Lost Hunters, And All This Deserves A Tone.

Summer In The Trees! “it Is Time To Strangle Several Bad Poets.

As I Look Over My Work, I Mean Every Time I Look Over My Early Work, I See, Yes, I Could Do That Then And Then I Could Do That And That... That May Be The Hardest Thing For A Writer, At Least For A Poet, To Tell What The Identity Of His Work Is.

I Was Born In Cincinnati, Ohio. My Family Was Not Nationally Known As Being A Literary Family, Though My Mother And My Mother's Side Of The Family In General Were Interested In Literature.