The First Task Of The Poet Is

How Shall The Heart Be Reconciled / To Its Feast Of Losses?

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.

End With An Image And Don't Explain.

Poetry Is Ultimately Mythology, The Telling Of Stories Of The Soul. The Old Myths, The Old Gods, The Old Heroes Have Never Died. They Are Only Sleeping At The Bottom Of Our Minds, Waiting For Our Call. We Have Need Of Them, For In Their Sum They Epitomize The Wisdom And Experience Of The Race.

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.