The Completely Solitary Self: That's Where Poetry

Hope For A Great Sea-change Timid To Rebuke And Too Petty To Forgive.

The Ireland I Now Inhabit Is One That These Irish Contemporaries Have Helped To Imagine.

Between My Finger And My Thumb The Squat Pen Rests; Snug As A Gun. ~from The Poem "digging

It Has As Much To Do With The Energy Released By Linguistic Fission And Fusion, With The Buoyancy Generated By Cadence And Tone And Rhyme And Stanza, As It Has To Do With The Poem's Concerns Or The Poet's Truthfulness.

Harvard Meant A Lot In My Writing Life From The Beginning, Even Though I Didnt Actually Do Much Composition On The Spot.