Ocupation: Poet
Life: August 19, 1908 - July 9, 2003
Birthday: August 19
Death: July 9
Poetry is like walking along a little, tiny, narrow ridge up on a precipice. You never know the next step, whether there's going to be a plunge. I think poetry is dangerous. There's nothing mild and predictable about poetry.
topic: Thinking, Next Steps, Littles