I can’t drive anymore and find a park in Bakersfield where it is quiet and there are no other cars. And can’t sleep.
Just because I was born precisely here or there, in some cold city or other, don’t think I don’t remember how I came along like a grain carried by the flood—
The trouble with you is you’re notloving enough. A drasticsummons, a trumpet of
Poetry is not a code to be broken but a way of seeing with the eyes shut,