Once You Lose Someone It

I Was A Late Bloomer. But Anyone Who Blooms At All, Ever, Is Very Lucky.

Every Poet I Know - Although There May Be Some I Don't Know Who Lead Very Different Lives, Who Maybe Live In The Country And Don't Teach - Tends To Be Just Like The Rest Of Us: Just Really Busy, Really Overcommitted.

I Think This Is True For All Artists. My Senses Are Very Important To Me.

I Didn't Have Time To Sit Down And Look At The Work Of A Year And Choose What To Type.

To Me, The Mind Seems To Be Spread Out In The Whole Body - The Senses Are Part Of The Brain. I Guess They're Not Where The Thinking Is Done.