What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire,

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.

I Dropped My Hoe And Ran Into The House And Started To Write This Poem, 'end Of Summer.’ It Began As A Celebration Of Wild Geese. Eventually The Geese Flew Out Of The Poem, But I Like To Think They Left Behind The Sound Of Their Beating Wings.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.

End With An Image And Don't Explain.

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