Sing, If You Can Sing, And It

Each Body Is A Lion Of Courage, Something Precious Of The Earth.

On Poetry: Everyone Wants To Know What It Means. But Nobody Is Asking, How Does It Feel?

A Poet's Interest In Craft Never Fades, Of Course.

Poetry Is A Life-cherishing Force.

I Go Down To The Shore I Go Down To The Shore In The Morning And Depending On The Hour The Waves Are Rolling In Or Moving Out, And I Say, Oh, I Am Miserable, What Shall— What Should I Do? And The Sea Says In Its Lovely Voice: Excuse Me, I Have Work To Do.