There Is Hope. There Is

For Forty Days, For Forty Nights Jesus Put One Foot In Front Of The Other And The Man He Carried, If It Was A Man, Became Heavier And Heavier.

Our Eyes Are Full Of Terrible Confessions.

Images Are The Heart Of Poetry ... You're Not A Poet Without Imagery.

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.

Now I Am Just An Elderly Lady Who Is Full Of Spleen, Who Humps Around Greater Boston In A God-awful Hat, Who Never Lived And Yet Outlived Her Time, Hating Men And Dogs And Democrats.