I have been writing poems for almost forty-five years, but every time I sit down in front of a blank page to begin a new poem, I am baffled and anxious. I only vaguely recall writing the last poem and how I began it. If I have just been reading the work of a poet I admire, I am embarrassed to think that I would have the nerve even to try to make a poem. I can glance at the five books of my own poems on the shelf nearby, but that does no good. I only wonder how I got away with it.
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