Suspect Too Much Sweet Talk But Never

Harvard Created Wonderful Conditions For Me As A Writerbut The Writing Was Done, Almost Entirely, When I Got Home.

I Have Always Thought Of Poems As Stepping Stones In One's Own Sense Of Oneself.

It Has As Much To Do With The Energy Released By Linguistic Fission And Fusion, With The Buoyancy Generated By Cadence And Tone And Rhyme And Stanza, As It Has To Do With The Poem's Concerns Or The Poet's Truthfulness.

It Is Difficult At Times To Repress The Thought That History Is About As Instructive As An Abattoir.

Between My Finger And My Thumb The Squat Pen Rests; Snug As A Gun. ~from The Poem "digging