Summer In The Trees! “it Is Time

Maybe There Are Three Or Four Really Good Poets In A Generation.

All Poetry Comes From Repetition.

One Day The Nouns Were Clustered In The Street. An Adjective Walked By, With Her Dark Beauty. The Nouns Were Struck, Moved, Changed. The Next Day A Verb Drove Up, And Created The Sentence.

I Got Married, Other People Went Off. We Had Sort Of Another Public-we Were Our Entire Readership For Many Years, And We Were Very Excited By Each Other.

Poetry, Which Is Written While No One Is Looking, Is Meant To Be Looked At For All Time.