Atlantis will rise again.
Fact is based upon vulgar matter.
Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.
I'm sorry, but I was born with a towel on my head.
I am happy to have some friends here in the kitchen.
I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire.
I hope you're representing the devil's advocate.
I remember way back when I was young, 10 years ago.
I sound like Homer. I mean Winslow Homer.
I was playing catch with the European audience.
I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.
I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.
The heroes of the present will retreat to the imitation they are anyhow.
The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.
There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.
