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.

Silly girls your heads full of boys

Will occur as time grows more open about it.

Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision

Therefore bivouac we On this great, blond highway, unimpeded by Veiled scruples, worn conundrums. Morning is Impermanent. Grab sex things, swing up Over the horizon like a boy On a fishing expedition.

There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.

Where then shall hope and fear their objects find?