What Can We Do When

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

I Take Space To Be The Central Fact To Man Born In America. I Spell It Large Because It Comes Large Here. Large And Without Mercy.

Dead, Hung Up Indoors, The Kingfisher Will Not Indicate A Favoring Wind, Or Avert The Thunderbolt.

I Defer To All These Other American Poets Who, For Some Reason, I Both Envy And Admire.

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.