There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.

I Defer To All These Other American Poets Who, For Some Reason, I Both Envy And Admire.

I Take Space To Be The Central Fact To Man Born In America. I Spell It Large Because It Comes Large Here. Large And Without Mercy.

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.