The First Task Of The Poet Is

The Poem Comes In The Form Of A Blessing, Like Rapture Breaking On The Mind.

End With An Image And Don't Explain.

The Ear Writes My Poems, Not The Mind.

Forward My Mail To Mars.

Not That You Need To Be A Saint To Have Visions Worth Talking About. The Most Effective Prescription, I Suspect, Is To Be A Disciplined Sinner. Perfection, As Valery Noted, Is Work.