In The Evening Everything Has A Schedule,

Will Occur As Time Grows More Open About It.

Poetry Is Mostly Hunches.

The Summer Demands And Takes Away Too Much. /but Night, The Reserved, The Reticent, Gives More Than It Takes

I Want A Bedroom Near The Sky, An Astrologer's Cave Where I Can Fashion Eclogues That Are Chaste And Grave.

I Always Thought That Writing Poetry Was In Itself A Political Act.