I See For Nature No

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak, Until We Found It Was Ourselves.

I See For Nature No Defeat In One Tree's Overthrow Or For Myself In My Retreat For Yet Another Blow.

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.

When Clever People Ask Me Where I Get A Poem, I Despair.

To Time It Never Seems That He Is Brave To Set Himself Against The Peaks Of Snow To Lay Them Level With The Running Wave, Nor Is He Overjoyed When They Lie Low, But Only Grave, Contemplative And Grave.