The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

The Fields Stretch Out In Long Unbroken Rows. We Walk Aware Of What Is Far And Close. Here Distance Is Familiar As A Friend. The Feud We Kept With Space Comes To An End.