Now And Again I Feel The Astonishment

I’ve Had It With All Stingy-hearted Sons Of Bitches. A Heart Is To Be Spent.

I Wrote Poetry For Seven Or Eight Years, Maybe Longer, Before I Could Say I Was A Poet. If People Asked, I'd Say I Wrote Poetry; I Wouldn't Go Further. I Was In My Mid- To Late-thirties Before I Felt That I Was A Poet, Which I Think Meant That I Had Begun To Embody My Poems In Some Way. I Wasn't Just A Writer Of Them. Hard To Say What, As A Poet, My Place In The World Is. Some Place Probably Between Recognition And Neglect.

Now And Again I Feel The Astonishment Of Being Alive Like This, In This Body.

A True Inner World Is Often Revealed By Style And Sensibility As Much As By What Appears To Be Confession.

I Love What's Left After Love Has Been Tested.