Life Pulls Softly Inside Your Bindings. The

He Came After Homer And Before Gertrude Stein, A Difficult Interval For A Poet.

There Are Different Gradations Of Personhood In Different Poems. Some Of Them Seem Far Away From Me And Some Up Close, And The Up-close Ones Generally Don't Say What I Want Them To Say. And That's True Of The Persona In The Poem Who's Lamenting This As A Fact Of A Certain Stage Of Life. But It's Also True Of Me As Me.

When I Desire You A Part Of Me Is Gone.

We Humans Seem Disastrously In Love With This Thing (whatever It Is) That Glitters On The Earth-- We Call It Life.

All Human Desire Is Poised On An Axis Of Paradox, Absence And Presence Its Poles, Love And Hate Its Motive Energies.