The Completely Solitary Self: That's Where Poetry

Now It’s High Watermark And Floodtide In The Heart And Time To Go. The Sea-nymphs In The Spray Will Be The Chorus Now. What’s Left To Say? Suspect Too Much Sweet-talk But Never Close Your Mind. It Was A Fortunate Wind That Blew Me Here. I Leave Half-ready To Believe That A Crippled Trust Might Walk And The Half-true Rhyme Is Love.

The Appointment [in Harvard] Gave Me Economic Safety, Writerly Support, And Intellectual Self-respectplus Eight Months To Myself Every Year.

I Suppose I Did Feel A Certain Public Pressure Always.

Believe That A Further Shore Is Reachable From Here.

Smile As You Find A Rhythm Working You, Slow Mile By Mile, Into Your Proper Haunt.