;DREAM SONG 203 Nothing!—These young men come to interview me armed with taperecorders, cameras, the best ways of getting at you so far invented save the telephone and it costs money now to be alone: to shut it off you need two...

Stopping by Woods on a Snoowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer To sto...

DREAM SONG 125 Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water, wholly in dark, time limited, different from initiations now: the class in writing, clothed & dry & light, unlimited time, till Poetry takes some, nobody reads them...