Poetry Is A Serious Business;

I Have A Little Dog Who Likes To Nap With Me. He Climbs On My Body And Puts His Face In My Neck. He Is Sweeter Than Soap. He Is More Wonderful Than A Diamond Necklace, Which Can't Even Bark.

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

Also I Wanted To Be Able To Love And We All Know How That One Goes, Don't We? Slowly

It Is No Use Thinking That Writing Of Poems - The Actual Writing - Can Accommodate Itself To A Social Setting, Even The Most Sympathetic Social Setting Of A Workshop Composed Of Friends. It Cannot. The Work Improves There And Often The Will To Work Gets Valuable Nourishment And Ideas. But, For Good Reasons, The Poem Requires Of The Writer Not Society Or Instruction, But A Patch Of Profound And Unbroken Solitude.

So This Is How You Swim Inward. So This Is How You Flow Outwards. So This Is How You Pray.