You Remember Too Much," My Mother Said

Poetry - Poiesis Means A Thing Made.

I Don't Know That We Really Think Any Thoughts; We Think Connections Between Thoughts. That's Where The Mind Moves, That's What's New, And The Thoughts Themselves Have Probably Been There In My Head Or Lots Of Other People's Heads For A Long Time.

A Page With A Poem On It Is Less Attractive Than A Page With A Poem On It And Some Tea Stains.

Now Every Mortal Has Pain And Sweat Is Constant, But If There Is Anything Dearer Than Being Alive, It's Dark To Me. We Humans Seem Disastrously In Love With This Thing (whatever It Is) That Glitters On The Earth-- We Call It Life. We Know No Other. The Underworld's A Blank And All The Rest Just Fantasy.

When I Desire You A Part Of Me Is Gone.