Once In Awhile You Have A Thought,

Shakespeare Tells The Same Stories Over And Over In So Many Guises That It Takes A Long Time Before You Notice.

Mostly The Thought And The Verse Come Inseparably. In My Poem Poetics, It's As Close As I Come To Telling How I Do It.

We Think About Sex Obsessively Except During The Act, When Our Minds Tend To Wander.

I've Thought Of The Last Line Of Some Poems For Years And Tried Them Out, It Wouldn't Work Because The Last Line Was Much Too Beautiful For The Poem.

It May Be Said That Poems Are In One Way Like Icebergs: Only About A Third Of Their Bulk Appears Above The Surface Of The Page.