Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos

I Never Dared To Be Radical When Young For Fear It Would Make Me Conservative When Old.

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat; A Homesickness Or A Love Sickness. It Is A Reaching-out Toward Expression; An Effort To Find Fulfillment. A Complete Poem Is One Where An Emotion Has Found Its Thought And The Thought Has Found Words.

The Snake Stood Up For Evil In The Garden.

Everything Written Is As Good As It Is Dramatic. It Need Not Declare Itself In Form, But It Is Drama Or Nothing.

Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick With Space.