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.
Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.
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.
You don't help people in your poems. I've been trying to help people all my life - that's my trouble.