We all want what's been suddenly disallowed.
An American is a complex of occasions, themselves a geometry of spatial nature.
The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.
Whatever you have to say, leave The roots on, let them Dangle And the dirt Just to make clear Where they come from.
I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.
Knowledge is the harvest of attention