To Be A Poet Is

Nature's Never Quite Sure She Hasn't Erred In Her Vague Design.

So Was I Once Myself A Swinger Of Birches. And So I Dream Of Going Back To Be.

The People I Want To Hear About Are The People Who Take Risks.

Sentences Are Not Different Enough To Hold The Attention Unless They Are Dramatic. No Ingenuity Of Varying Structure Will Do. All That Can Save Them Is The Speaking Tone Of Voice Somehow Entangled In The Words And Fastened To The Page For The Ear Of The Imagination. That Is All That Can Save Poetry From Sing-song, All That Can Save Prose From Itself.

One Luminary Clock Against The Sky Proclaimed The Time Was Neither Wrong Nor Right.