On The Last Day Of The World

Through All Of Youth I Was Looking For You Without Knowing What I Was Looking For

The Moment We Turn Over The Soil We Start Poisoning It And We Go On Poisoning It All The Way Through... And There's Probably Not A River In The United States That Doesn't Have Pesticide Poisoning In It. The Fish Are Dying. The Seas Are Getting Polluted. All Of These Things Are Happening. The Rain Forests Are Going. That's What The Context Is.

Separation Your Absence Has Gone Through Me Like Thread Through A Needle. Everything I Do Is Stitched With Its Color.

I'm Very Pessimistic About The Future Of The Human Species. We Have Been So Indifferent To Life On The Whole That It Will Take Its Toll. It's Not Just The Polar Bears That Are Having A Hard Time; What We're Doing Is Gradually Impoverishing And Poisoning The Whole Of The Rest Of Life.

I Think There's A Kind Of Desperate Hope Built Into Poetry That One Really Wants, Hopelessly, To Save The World. One Is Trying To Say Everything That Can Be Said For The Things That One Loves While There's Still Time.