Out Alone In The Winter Rain, /

I Fail To See What Fun, What Satisfaction / A God Can Find In Laughing At How Badly / Men Fumble At The Possibilities.

You're Searching... For Things That Don't Exist; I Mean Beginnings. Ends And Beginnings - There Are No Such Things. There Are Only Middles.

A Person Will Sometimes Devote All His Life To The Development Of One Part Of His Body - The Wishbone.

I Hope To Leave Behind A Few Poems It Will Be Hard To Get Rid Of.

Poetry Is Play. I'd Even Rather Have You Think Of It As A Sport. For Instance, Like Football.