Show Me Slowly What I Only Know

Poetry Is Just The Evidence Of Life. If Your Life Is Burning Well, Poetry Is Just The Ash.

And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moths.

We Are Awakening From The Dream Of Isolation, From The Dream Of Loneliness, And It's A Terrible Shock.

It's Coming To America First, The Cradle Of The Best And Of The Worst. It's Here They Got The Range And The Machinery For Change And It's Here They Got The Spiritual Thirst. It's Here The Family's Broken And It's Here The Lonely Say That The Heart Has Got To Open In A Fundamental Way: Democracy Is Coming To The U.s.a. O Mighty Ship Of State! To The Shores Of Need Past The Reefs Of Greed Through The Squalls Of Hate Sail On, Sail On.

A Poem Has A Certain - A Different Time. For Instance, A Poem Is A Very Private Experience, And It Doesn't Have A Driving Tempo. In Other Words, You Know, You Can Go Back And Forward; You Can Comeback; You Can Linger. You Know, It's A Completely Different Time Reference.