Although I Know It's Unfair,

I've Tried To Become Someone Else For A While, Only To Discover That He, Too, Was Me.

Now And Again I Feel The Astonishment Of Being Alive Like This, In This Body.

There's A Certain Pleasure In Violating The Strictures Of Your Education. The Trick Is, If You're Going To Explore Ideas In A Poem, To Be Suspicious Of Ideas And Suspicious Of Your Own Mind At The Same Time. It's Often A Matter Of Orchestration And Pacing. Of Shaping Some Kind Of Dialectic Flow.

I’ve Had It With All Stingy-hearted Sons Of Bitches. A Heart Is To Be Spent.

Poetry Does So Many Different Things, It's Difficult To Say Anything Definitive About Its Role, Which Of Course Varies From Culture To Culture. It Can Range From Being Stories Of The Tribe To The Private Lyric, To Being As W.h. Auden Said "the Clear Expression Of Mixed Feelings" To Nonsense Verse.