I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With

I Defer To All These Other American Poets Who, For Some Reason, I Both Envy And Admire.

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The First Sound Realized In The Modality Of Being.

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.