A Chronicle Is Very Different From History

I've Thought Of The Last Line Of Some Poems For Years And Tried Them Out, It Wouldn't Work Because The Last Line Was Much Too Beautiful For The Poem.

I Never Abandoned Either Forms Or Freedom. I Imagine That Most Of What Could Be Called Free Verse Is In My First Book. I Got Through That Fairly Early.

That So Much Of Our Experience, Or The Stereotype Which Passes For It Should Be Dealt With By Means Of The Short Story Is Perhaps A Symptom Not Unnoticeable Elsewhere In The Public Domain Of An Unlovely Cynicism About Human Character.

Till I, High In The Tower Of My Time Among Familiar Ruins, Began To Cry For Accident, Sickness, Justice, War And Crime, Because All Died, Because I Had To Die. The Snow Fell, The Trees Stood, The Promise Kept, And A Child I Slept.

Mostly The Thought And The Verse Come Inseparably. In My Poem Poetics, It's As Close As I Come To Telling How I Do It.