We're All Taking On Too Much, We're

... Sometimes I Can Feel It, The Way We Are Pouring Slowly Toward A Curve And Around It Through Something Dark And Soft, And We Are Bound To Each Other.

She'd Crack A Joke Sharp As A Tin Lid Hot From The Teeth Of The Can-opener, And Cackle Her Crack-corn Laugh.

I Have Heard About The Civilized, The Marriages Run On Talk, Elegant And Honest, Rational. But And I Are Savages.

I'm Not Sure That The Benefit - As A Writer And As A Citizen - That I Would Get From Reading At Least The Front Page Of The Times Every Day Or Every Other Day Would Outweigh The Depression.

Many Poets Write Books. They'll Tell You: Well, I've Got My Next Book, But There Are Two Poems I Need To Write, One About X, One About Y. This Is A Wonder To Me.