If You Want To Know

One Day The Nouns Were Clustered In The Street. An Adjective Walked By, With Her Dark Beauty. The Nouns Were Struck, Moved, Changed. The Next Day A Verb Drove Up, And Created The Sentence.

I've Had Trouble With Criticism, I Guess. It's Hard To Know What Role Criticism Plays In Either Encouraging Poets Or In Getting Other People To Read Them.

When You Get An Idea, Go And Write. Don't Waste It In Conversation.

Poetry, Which Is Written While No One Is Looking, Is Meant To Be Looked At For All Time.

It Seems Everything Is So Full Of Possibilities One Can Hardly Take It All In.