It Is Difficult At Times

I Suppose I Did Feel A Certain Public Pressure Always.

I Might Enjoy Being An Albatross, Being Able To Glide For Days And Daydream For Hundreds Of Miles Along The Thermals. And Then Being Able To Hang Like An Affliction Round Some People's Necks.

My Body Was Braille For The Creeping Influences.

Two Buckets Were Easier Carried Than One. / I Grew Up In Between.

The Poems I Did Write There [in Harvard] Include Alphabets The 1984 Phi Beta Kappa Poem And A Sofa In The Forties. And, Of Course, The John Harvard Poem For The 350th Anniversary Villanelle For An Anniversary.