What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire,

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.

I Dropped My Hoe And Ran Into The House And Started To Write This Poem, 'end Of Summer.’ It Began As A Celebration Of Wild Geese. Eventually The Geese Flew Out Of The Poem, But I Like To Think They Left Behind The Sound Of Their Beating Wings.

The Unconscious Creates, The Ego Edits.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.