To Write You Must Be

Give Me A Thrill, Says The Reader, Give Me A Kick; I Don't Care How You Succeed, Or What Subject You Pick.

Any Memory For The Most Part Depending On Chance.

And The Case Of Butterflies So Rich It Looks As If All Summer Settled There And Died.

... Everyone Young Going Down The Long Slide To Happiness, Endlessly.

I Think A Young Poet, Or An Old Poet, For That Matter, Should Try To Produce Something That Pleases Himself Personally, Not Only When He's Written It But A Couple Of Weeks Later. Then He Should See If It Pleases Anyone Else, By Sending It To The Kind Of Magazine He Likes Reading.