We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To Return A Rapacious Look.

I Wonder What Adam And Eve Think Of It By This Time.

I See No Reason For Calling My Work Poetry Except That There Is No Other Category In Which To Put It.

In A Poem The Excitement Has To Maintain Itself. I Am Governed By The Pull Of The Sentence As The Pull Of A Fabric Is Governed By Gravity.

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.