One Tends To Write Beyond What's Needed

In The Past I Have Declined To Comment On My Own Work: Because, It Seems To Me, A Poem Is What It Is; Because A Poem Is Itself A Definition, And To Try To Redefine It Is To Be Apt To Falsify It; And Because The Author Is The Person Least Able To Consider His Work Objectively

I Do Not Usually Revise Much, Though I Often Cut, Particularly The End Or Toward The End Of A Poem

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Snow Falling Softly On Lashes Of Eyes You Love, And A Cold Cheek Growing Warm Next To Your Own In Hushed Dark Familial December.

A Nothing Day Full Of Wild Beauty .... Little Fish Stream By, A River In Water.