I Thought The Most Beautiful

The Artist's Life Nourishes Itself On The Particular, The Concrete.

They Would Grow Old. They Would Forget Me.

Hour By Hour, Day By Day, Life Becomes Possible.

I Do Feel That Now And I Feel That This Development Of Recording Poems, Of Speaking Poems At Readings, Of Having Records Of Poets, I Think This Is A Wonderful Thing. I'm Very Excited By It. In A Sense, There's A Return, Isn't There, To The Old Role Of The Poet, Which Was To Speak To A Group Of People, To Come Across.

I Get Into A Rut, Unable To Yank My Mind Out Of It.