Stars Scribble On Our Eyes The Frosty

The Fact That The Bridge Contains Folk Lore And Other Material Suitable To The Epic Form Need Not Therefore Prove Its Failure As A Long Lyric Poem, With Interrelated Sections.

The Form Of My Poem Rises Out Of A Past That So Overwhelms The Present With Its Worth And Vision That I'm At A Loss To Explain My Delusion That There Exist Any Real Links Between That Past And A Future Worthy Of It.

It Has Taken A Great Deal Of Energy, Which Has Not Been So Difficult To Summon As The Necessary Patience To Wait, Simply Wait Much Of The Time - Until My Instincts Assured Me That I Had Assembled My Materials In Proper Order For A Final Welding Into Their Natural Form.

Stars Scribble On Our Eyes The Frosty Sagas, The Gleaming Cantos Of Unvanquished Space. (cape Hatteras

[the Essences Of Things] Are Suspended On The Invisible Dimension Whose Vibrance Has Been Denied The Human Eye At All Times Save In The Intuition Of Ecstasy.