And I rejoiced in being what I was.
You must believe a poem is a holy thing, a good poem, that is.
So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.
I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.
The poet: would rather eat a heart than a hambone.
Teach as an old fishing guide takes out a beginner.