To Me, The Mind Seems To Be

When Anyone Escapes, My Heart / Leaps Up. Even When It's I Who Am Escaped From, / I Am Half On The Side Of The Leaver.

The Teaching Is Very Rewarding, And Very Time-consuming, And Very Exhausting. But It's Wonderful. The Community Here At Nyu Is Very Precious To Me.

Because A Poem Is Not Written While Running Or While Answering The Phone. It's Written In Whatever Minutes One Has. Sometimes You Have Half An Hour.

I'm Not Asking A Poem To Carry A Lot Of Rocks In Its Pockets. Just Being An Ordinary Observer And Liver And Feeler And Letting The Experience Get Through You Onto The Notebook With The Pen, Through The Arm, Out Of The Body, Onto The Page, Without Distortion.

One Of The Duties Of A Baseball Fan Is To Engage In Arguments With The Man Behind Him.