Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs
It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back
... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ...... if you demand on one hand,the raw material of poetry inall its rawness andthat which is on the other handgenuine, then you are interested in poetry.
Poetry...... a place for the genuine,Hands that can grasp, eyesthat can dilate, hair that can rise
I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it.
What I write could only be called poetry because there is no other category to put it.