Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But

How Shall The Heart Be Reconciled / To Its Feast Of Losses?

Poetry Is Ultimately Mythology, The Telling Of Stories Of The Soul. The Old Myths, The Old Gods, The Old Heroes Have Never Died. They Are Only Sleeping At The Bottom Of Our Minds, Waiting For Our Call. We Have Need Of Them, For In Their Sum They Epitomize The Wisdom And Experience Of The Race.

Some Poems Present Themselves As Cliffs That Need To Be Climbed. Others Are So Defensive That When You Approach Their Enclosure You Half Expect To Be Met By A Snarling Dog At The Gate. Still Others Want To Smother You With Their Sticky Charms.

Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.

Darling, Do You Remember The Man You Married? Touch Me, Remind Me Who I Am.