The Woods Are Lovely, Dark,

For I Thought Epicurus And Lucretius By Nature Meant The Whole Goddam Machinery.

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

Life Is Tons Of Discipline. Your First Discipline Is Your Vocabulary; Then Your Grammar And Your Punctuation Then, In Your Exuberance And Bounding Energy You Say You're Going To Add To That. Then You Add Rhyme And Meter. And Your Delight Is In That Power.

To Be A Poet Is A Condition, Not A Profession.

Leaves And Bark, Leaves And Bark, To Lean Against And Hear In The Dark. Petals I May Have Once Pursued. Leaves Are All My Darker Mood.