The Snake Stood Up For Evil In

Let's Get My Incantation Right: "i Wish I May, I Wish I Might" Give Earth Another Satellite.

Poets Need Not Go To Niagara To Write About The Force Of Falling Water.

Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In Its Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth.

Poetry Is Play. I'd Even Rather Have You Think Of It As A Sport. For Instance, Like Football.

No Memory Of Having Starred Atones For Later Disregard, Or Keeps The End From Being Hard.