Nothing Would Give Up Life:

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

And What A Congress Of Stinks!- Roots Ripe As Old Bait, Pulpy Stems, Rank, Silo-rich, Leaf Mold, Manure, Lime, Piled Against Slippery Planks, Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Kept Breathing A Small Breath.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

You Must Believe: A Poem Is A Holy Thing - A Good Poem, That Is. The Poem, Even A Short Time After Being Written, Seems No Miracle; Unwritten, It Seems Something Beyond The Capacity Of The Gods.