I was playing catch with the European audience.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
We’re all moving, moving, moving. Isn’t it nice?
I remember way back when I was young, 10 years ago.
I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire.
I am happy to have some friends here in the kitchen.
I hope you’re representing the devil’s advocate.
This country has been unconscious, and it’s got to awake. That’s my belief.