End with an image and don't explain.

I want to write poems that are natural, luminous, deep, spare. I dream of an art so transparent that you can look through and see the world.

I dropped my hoe and ran into the house and started to write this poem, 'End of Summer.’ It began as a celebration of wild geese. Eventually the geese flew out of the poem, but I like to think they left behind the sound of their beating wings.

The first task of the poet is to create the person who will write the poems.

The ear writes my poems, not the mind.

Poetry today is easier to write but harder to remember.