My writing time needs to surround itself with empty stretches, or at least unpeopled ones, for the writing takes place in an area of suspension as in a hanging nest that is almost entirely encapsulated.

Can it be I am the only Jew residing in Danville, Kentuchy, looking for matzoh in the Safeway and the A & P?

To build is to dwell.

One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth.

My writing time needs to surround itself with empty stretches, or at least unpeopled ones, for the writing takes place in an area of suspension as in a hanging nest that is almost entirely encapsulated.

The time on either side of now stands fast.

We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.