“You publish books of poems, other people call you a poet. You live with the idea of poetry, you live with the notion of being a poet and...

. . . You are neither here nor there,  A hurry through which known and strange things pass As big soft buffetings come at the car...

Photo by acaldwellphoto.com I don't remember my first attempt at writing poetry, but I do remember swinging on the front porch on...