All Art, In Spite Of The Struggles

It Is Not Possible, For A Poet, Writing In Any Language, To Protect Himself From The Tragic Elements In Human Life.... [ellipsis In Source] Illness, Old Age, And Death--subjects As Ancient As Humanity--these Are The Subjects That The Poet Must Speak Of Very Nearly From The First Moment That He Begins To Speak.

I'll Lie Here And Learn How, Over Their Ground, Trees Make A Long Shadow And A Light Sound.

Perhaps This Very Instant Is Your Time.

The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts; They Are Almost Well.

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.