We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

I Take Space To Be The Central Fact To Man Born In America. I Spell It Large Because It Comes Large Here. Large And Without Mercy.

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

And All Now Is War Where So Lately There Was Peace, And The Sweet Brotherhood, The Use Of Tilled Fields.

Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without Important Substance

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct