The Aim Of The Poet, Or Other

In The Past I Have Declined To Comment On My Own Work: Because, It Seems To Me, A Poem Is What It Is; Because A Poem Is Itself A Definition, And To Try To Redefine It Is To Be Apt To Falsify It; And Because The Author Is The Person Least Able To Consider His Work Objectively

Looking At The Sky Last Night And The Moon In The First Fresh Dark, Just A Few Stars, Bright With Their Cold Flares, I Had A Little Crumpled Thought, 'oh Well, The Moon. It's Just Another Place Like California.' One's Imagination Drags Its Feet As We Are Inexorably Hauled Into The Future.

I Do Not Usually Revise Much, Though I Often Cut, Particularly The End Or Toward The End Of A Poem

I Wish I Could Press Snowflakes In A Book Like Flowers.

It Seems To Me That Readers Sometimes Make The Genesis Of A Poem More Mysterious Than It Is (by That I Perhaps Mean, Think Of It As Something Outside Their Own Experience)