Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

You Don't Help People In Your Poems. I've Been Trying To Help People All My Life - That's My Trouble

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.

Dead, Hung Up Indoors, The Kingfisher Will Not Indicate A Favoring Wind, Or Avert The Thunderbolt.

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

What Pudor Pejorocracy Affronts How Awe, Night-rest And Neighborhood Can Rot What Breeds Where Dirtiness Is Law What Crawls Below