Sing, If You Can Sing, And It

There Is Only One Question: / How To Love This World.

When Loneliness Comes Stalking, Go Into The Fields, Consider The Orderliness Of The World.

For Some Things There Are No Wrong Seasons. Which Is What I Dream Of For Me.

The Challenge Is To Keep Up With All The New Poets At The Same Time I Love The Old Ones.

I Worked Privately, And Sometimes I Feel That Might Be Better For Poets Than The Kind Of Social Workshop Gathering. My School Was The Great Poets: I Read, And I Read, And I Read.