I've Always Wanted To Write

After A Cruel Childhood, One Must Reinvent Oneself. Then Reimagine The World.

Are My Boots Old? Is My Coat Torn? / Am I No Longer Young, And Still Not Half-perfect?

Today I Am Altogether Without Ambition. Where Did I Get Such Wisdom?

In The Glare Of Your Mind, Be Modest. And Beholden To What Is Tactile, And Thrilling.

The Poet Must Not Only Write The Poem But Must Scrutinize The World Intensely, Or Anyway That Part Of The World He Or She Has Taken For Subject. If The Poem Is Thin, It Is Likely So Not Because The Poet Does Not Know Enough Words, But Because He Or She Has Not Stood Long Enough Among The Flowers--has Not Seen Them In Any Fresh, Exciting, And Valid Way.