Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous.

Those That Are Huntedknow This As Their Life,their Reward: To Walkunder Such Trees In Full Knowledgeof What Is In Glory Above Them,and To Feel No Fear.

I Feel Very Happy To See The Sun Come Up Every Day. I Feel Happy To Be Around. ... I Like To Take This Day- Any Day-and Go To Town With It.

I Need About One Hundred Fifty Drafts Of A Poem To Get It Right, And Fifty More To Make It Sound Spontaneous.

It Takes An Awful Lot Of Time For Me To Write Anything. I Have Endless Drafts, One After Another; And I Try Out 50, 75, Or A Hundred Variations On A Single Line Sometimes. I Work On The Process Of Refining Low-grade Ore. I Get Maybe A Couple Of Nu Ggets Of Gold Out Of 50 Tons Of Dirt. It Is Tough For Me. No, I Am Not Inspired.

Yet Technique Matters, Even So. God Uses It, For A Buffalo Is Not A Leopard.