An Old Poet Ought Never

Memory Is Each Man's Poet-in-residence.

To Conquer A Piece Of Earth And Make It As Beautiful As One Can Dream Of It Being: That Is Art, Too. A Man Cannot Be Separated From The Earth. I Come Out Of The Garden Every Day Feeling, Oh, Inspired In A Way That One Needs In Order To Convert The Daily-ness Of The Life Into Something Greater Than That Little Life Itself.

A Poem Has Secrets That The Poet Knows Nothing Of.

In A Murderous Time/the Heart Breaks And Breaks/and Lives By Breaking.

The Poem Comes In The Form Of A Blessing, Like Rapture Breaking On The Mind.