Up From The Bronze, I

But It's Silly To Suggest The Writing Of Poetry Is Something Ethereal, A Sort Of Soul-crashing, Devastating Emotional Experience That Wrings You. I Have No Fancy Ideas About Poetry. ... It Doesn't Come To You On The Wings Of A Dove. It's Something You Have To Work Hard At.

O Remember In Your Narrowing Dark Hours That More Things Move Than Blood In The Heart.

Perhaps This Very Instant Is Your Time.

True Revolutions In Art Restore More Than They Destroy.

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.