Back Then, I Couldn't Have

My Earliest Poems Were A Way Of Talking To Somebody. I Suppose To Myself.

I Find You In These Tears, Few, Useless And Here At Last. Don't Come Back.

There'll Always Be Working People In My Poems Because I Grew Up With Them, And I Am A Poet Of Memory.

I Say, Father, The Years Have Brought Me Here, Still Your Son, They Have Brought Me To A Life I Cannot Understand.

I Listen To Jazz About Three Hours A Day. I Love Louis Armstrong.