Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

Take Adultery Or Theft. Merely Sins. It Is Evil Who Dines On The Soul, Stretching Out Its Long Bone Tongue. It Is Evil Who Tweezers My Heart, Picking Out Its Atomic Worms.

Images Are The Heart Of Poetry ... You're Not A Poet Without Imagery.

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm Numb.

I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For Flaws.

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.