The Poem Comes In The Form Of

I Dropped My Hoe And Ran Into The House And Started To Write This Poem, 'end Of Summer.’ It Began As A Celebration Of Wild Geese. Eventually The Geese Flew Out Of The Poem, But I Like To Think They Left Behind The Sound Of Their Beating Wings.

Darling, Do You Remember The Man You Married? Touch Me, Remind Me Who I Am.

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.

I Want To Write Poems That Are Natural, Luminous, Deep, Spare. I Dream Of An Art So Transparent That You Can Look Through And See The World.