The Sun Was Warm But

It's Hard To Get Into This World And Hard To Get Out Of It, And What's In Between Doesn't Make Much Sense.

Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick With Space.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

I Came From A Very Intellectual Neighborhood. When We Played Cowboys And Indians As Kids, I Had To Be Gandhi.

Don't Be An Agnostic. Be Something.