I Like An Ending That's

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

I Want To Write Poems That Are Natural, Luminous, Deep, Spare. I Dream Of An Art So Transparent That You Can Look Through And See The World.

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

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.