When I Quit All These Things And

At One Point I Took On A New Job, And I Just Didn't Have Time To Do Anything But Work.

She'd Crack A Joke Sharp As A Tin Lid Hot From The Teeth Of The Can-opener, And Cackle Her Crack-corn Laugh.

Many Poets Write Books. They'll Tell You: Well, I've Got My Next Book, But There Are Two Poems I Need To Write, One About X, One About Y. This Is A Wonder To Me.

I Was A Late Bloomer. But Anyone Who Blooms At All, Ever, Is Very Lucky.

A Family Is A Mystery.