The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat

I Defer To All These Other American Poets Who, For Some Reason, I Both Envy And Admire.

The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The First Sound Realized In The Modality Of Being.

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?

I'm One Of The Cliches That Has Grown Up.

I Have Had To Learn The Simplest Things Last. Which Made For Difficulties.