I Am Teaching... This Year It's Kind

Images Are The Heart Of Poetry ... You're Not A Poet Without Imagery.

And We Are Magic Talking To Itself, Noisy And Alone. I Am Queen Of All My Sins Forgotten. Am I Still Lost? Once I Was Beautiful. Now I Am Myself

For Forty Days, For Forty Nights Jesus Put One Foot In Front Of The Other And The Man He Carried, If It Was A Man, Became Heavier And Heavier.

Death's In The Good-bye.

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.