A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
I glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all.
Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.
I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America.
Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.