Deftly They Opened The Brain

I Can Hardly Wait For Tomorrow, It Means A New Life For Me Each And Every Day.

Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But Harder To Remember.

You Must Be Careful Not To Deprive The Poem Of Its Wild Origin.

I Dropped My Hoe And Ran Into The House And Started To Write This Poem, 'end Of Summer.’ It Began As A Celebration Of Wild Geese. Eventually The Geese Flew Out Of The Poem, But I Like To Think They Left Behind The Sound Of Their Beating Wings.

Live In The Layers, Not On The Litter.