End With An Image And Don't Explain.

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

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

My Mother Never Forgave My Father

Poetry Is Ultimately Mythology, The Telling Of Stories Of The Soul. The Old Myths, The Old Gods, The Old Heroes Have Never Died. They Are Only Sleeping At The Bottom Of Our Minds, Waiting For Our Call. We Have Need Of Them, For In Their Sum They Epitomize The Wisdom And Experience Of The Race.

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.