Revision Is Not Going Back

He [the Cat] Wound Himself Around Her Legs, Purring The Purr Of Ardent Desire Like A Kettle Coming To A Boil And Then Bubbling Very Fast.

The Beginner Hugs His Infant Poem To Him And Does Not Want It To Grow Up. But You May Have To Break Your Poem To Remake It.

The Minute One Utters A Certainty, The Opposite Comes To Mind.

Excellence Costs A Great Deal.

Poetry Finds Its Perilous Equilibrium Somewhere Between Music And Speech.