First Thought, Best Thought.

When You Notice Something Clearly And See It Vividly, It Then Becomes Sacred.

Taxi September Along Jessore Road Oxcart Skeletons Drag Charcoal Load Past Watery Fields Thru Rain Flood Ruts Dung Cakes On Treetrunks, Plastic-roof Huts Wet Processions Families Walk Stunted Boys Big Heads Don't Talk Look Bony Skulls & Silent Round Eyes Starving Black Angels In Human Disguise.

The Poignancy Of A Photograph Comes From Looking Back To A Fleeting Moment In A Floating World. The Transitoriness Is What Creates The Sense Of The Sacred

Poetry Is Not An Expression Of The Party Line. It's That Time Of Night, Lying In Bed, Thinking What You Really Think, Making The Private World Public, That's What The Poet Does.

I Am Neither Romantic Nor A Visionary, And That Is My Weakness And Perhaps My Power; At Any Rate It Is One Difference. In Less Romantic And Visionary Terms, I Am A Jew, (with Powers Of Introspection And Eclecticism Attendant, Perhaps.) But I Am Alien To Your Natural Grace, To The Spirit Which You Would Know As A Participator In America.