The Supreme Morality Of Art Is To

Be What You Are. Give What Is Yours To Give. Have Style. Dare.

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

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.

I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At The Edge Of The Road.

It Is My Heart That's Late, It Is My Song That's Flown.