I Like Poems You Can

... The First Step Of The Terrible Journey Toward Feeling Somebody Should Act, That Ends In Utter Confusion And Hopelessness, East Of The Sun And West Of The Moon.

I Feel That Poetry Is Going On All The Time Inside, An Underground Stream.

I Like Poems You Can Tack All Over With A Hammer And There Are No Hollow Places.

Until Only Infinity Remained Of Beauty

Just When I Thought There Wasn't Room Enough For Another Thought In My Head, I Had This Great Idea—