A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness

I Associate The Garden With The Whole Experience Of Being Alive, And So, There Is Nothing In The Range Of Human Experience That Is Separate From What The Garden Can Signify In Its Eagerness And Its Insistence, And In Its Driving Energy To Live -- To Grow, To Bear Fruit.

The Heart Breaks And Breaks And Lives By Breaking It Is Necessary To Go Through Dark And Deeper Dark And Not To Turn

Live In The Layers, Not On The Litter.

I Can Hardly Wait For Tomorrow, It Means A New Life For Me Each And Every Day.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.