To Translate A Poem From Thinking Into

A Lot Of Sad Things Have Happened To My Friends' Children, People You Knew As Babies. They've Been Killed Or Become Crazy Or All Kinds Of Tragic Things. There Are Some People Whose Children Haven't Talked To Them In Fifteen Years. There's All Kind Of Meshugaas In This World.

When You Have A Peace Movement That Has An Actual War, It's Different From One That Has Wars That Our Country Is Not Totally Involved In. During The War In Vietnam, And To A Lesser Degree The Wars In Central America Where Our Country Was Directly Involved, It Was Easier To Organize.

I'm Really Sorry For People Growing Up Right Now, Because They Have Some Cockeyed Idea That They Can Get By With Their Eyes Closed; The Cane They're Tapping Is Money, And That Won't Take Them In The Right Direction.

When You Think Of Things That Influenced Your Life, Mother Goose Influenced More People Than Almost Any Other Thing, The Rhythms Of Those Poems. Everything After That Was A Bare Imitation Of Some Of Those Mysterious And Materialistic Poems.

Art Is Too Long, And Life Is Too Short.