The People Know What The Land Knows.

Nearly All The Best Things That Came To Me In Life Have Been Unexpected, Unplanned By Me.

If [america] Forgets Where She Came From, If The People Lose Sight Of What Brought Them Along, If She Listens To The Deniers And Mockers, Then Will Begin The Rot And Dissolution.

Poetry Is The Harnessing Of The Paradox Of Earth Cradling Life And Then Entombing It.

I Decided I Would Go To Chicago And Try My Luck As A Writer After Those Eight Months As A Fireman.

Gather The Stars If You Wish It So Gather The Songs And Keep Them. Gather The Faces Of Women. Gather For Keeping Years And Years. And Then... Loosen Your Hands, Let Go And Say Good-bye. Let The Stars And Songs Go. Let The Faces And Years Go. Loosen Your Hands And Say Good-bye.