I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A

If It Were Thought That Anything I Wrote Was Influenced By Robert Frost, I Would Take That Particular Piece Of Mine, Shred It, And Flush It Down The Toilet, Hoping Not To Clog The Pipes.

Those That Are Huntedknow This As Their Life,their Reward: To Walkunder Such Trees In Full Knowledgeof What Is In Glory Above Them,and To Feel No Fear.

Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous. There May Be Bad Things In There Inside You That Maybe You Can't Handle.

I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A Fever, And Tranquillity.

Yet Technique Matters, Even So. God Uses It, For A Buffalo Is Not A Leopard.