I Worked So Hard All My Life,

What Is A House But A Bigger Skin, And A Neighborhood Map But The World's Skin Ever Expanding?

I Worked So Hard All My Life, And All I Want To Do Now Is Read.

If You Stay Still, Earth Buries You, Ready Or Not.

Poetry Has Been Able To Function Quite Directly As Human Interpretation Of The Raw, Loose Universe. It Is A Mixture, If You Will, Of Journalism And Metaphysics, Or Of Science And Religion.

Write About Winter In The Summer.