My Mother Never Forgave My

Live In The Layers, Not On The Litter.

Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But Harder To Remember.

I Have Walked Through Many Lives, Some Of Them My Own, And I Am Not Who I Was, Though Some Principle Of Being Abides, From Which I Struggle Not To Stray.

Rhythm To Me Is Essentially What Hopkins Called The Taste Of Self. I Taste Myself As Rhythm.

The Supreme Morality Of Art Is To Endure.