One listens to a piece of great music, say, and feels deeply moved by it, and wants to put this feeling into words, but it can't be put into words. That's what - the music has already supplied the meaning, and words will just be superfluous after that. But it's that kind of verbal meaning that can't be verbalized that I try to get at in poetry.

The soul establishes itself. But how far can it swim out through the eyes And still return safely to its nest?

Will occur as time grows more open about it.

I lost my ridiculous accent without acquiring another

I listen to music a great deal. In a way, it's trying to express things that can't be expressed in words. That's something that interests me, too. Even though I use words to express myself, I am trying to, it seems to me, get beyond that.

In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.

I'm heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.