Poetry Is First Of All

Do Not Deprive Me Of My Age. I Have Earned It.

I Simply Adore Being Alone - I Find It A Consuming Thirst - And When That Thirst Is Slaked, Then I Am Happy.

At Any Moment Solitude May Put On The Face Of Loneliness.

I Can Tell You That Solitude Is Not All Exaltation, Inner Space Where The Soul Breathes And Work Can Be Done. Solitude Exposes The Nerve, Raises Up Ghosts. The Past, Never At Rest, Flows Through It.

Revision Is Not Going Back And Fussing Around, But Going Forward Into The Process Of Creation