What Can I Have That I Still

For Me The Moral Dilemma This Past Year Has Been How To Make Peace With The Unacceptable.

Death Does Frame A Person And Somehow It Is The Good That Stays.

Gardening Is A Madness, A Folly That Does Not Go Away With Age. Quite The Contrary.

Each New Poem Is Partly Propelled By The Formal Energies Of All The Poems That Have Preceded It In The History Of Literature.

Words Are My Passion / And Out Of Them And Me / I Would Create Beauty.