Is 4 The Same 4 For Everybody?

We Open The Halves Of A Miracle, And A Clotting Of Acids Brims Into The Starry Divisions: Creation's Original Juices, Irreducible, Changeless, Alive: So The Freshness Lives On

I Am Made Of Earth, And My Song Made Of Words.

To Feel The Love Of People Whom We Love Is A Fire That Feeds Our Life.

Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. I Don't Know, I Don't Know Where It Came From, From Winter Or A River. I Don't Know How Or When.

Like Them You Are Tall And Taciturn, And You Are Sad, All At Once, Like A Voyage.