The White Sun Like A Moth On

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

If A Poem Is Each Time New, Then It Is Necessarily An Act Of Discovery, A Chance Taken, A Chance That May Lead To Fulfillment Or Disaster

If We Ask A Vague Question, Such As, 'what Is Poetry?' We Expect A Vague Answer, Such As, 'poetry Is The Music Of Words,' Or 'poetry Is The Linguistic Correction Of Disorder.'

I Have A Life That Did Not Become, That Turned Aside And Stopped, Astonished

Thats A Wonderful Change Thats Taken Place, And So Most Poetry Today Is Published, If Not Directly By The Person, Certainly By The Enterprise Of The Poet Himself, Working With His Friends.