I've Always Wanted To Write Poems And

Listen--are You Breathing Just A Little, And Calling It A Life?

I Try To Be Good But Sometimes A Person Just Has To Break Out And Act Like The Wild And Springy Thing One Used To Be. It's Impossible Not To Remember Wild An Want It Back.

I Worked Probably 25 Years By Myself, Just Writing And Working, Not Trying To Publish Much, Not Giving Readings.

Because Of The Dog’s Joyfulness, Our Own Is Increased. It Is No Small Gift.

Do You Love This World? Do You Cherish Your Humble And Silky Life? Do You Adore The Green Grass, With Its Terror Beneath?