I. On Mary Shelley
A poem is like a monster
I have cobbled together
in my awkward, clumsy image.
The poem and I believe that we
defy parental expectations
regardless of what neighbors think
(most of their neighbors cannot think).
The poem has never murdered anyone;
but often, it requests (and sometimes demands)
a mate after its own kind.
II. On John Milton
An old man like you has obscure words
to say to an adolescent poet
like me (or like I hoped to be).
Adam and Eve, in Genesis,
are like adolescents---in experience,
common sense, and poor decisions.
Your poem removes most of that,
immolating that in most of those speeches.
III. On T. S. Eliot
Adolescents or Monsters?
My parents thought them the same---
awkwardly unprepared and
nervously misinformed:
wasters of time and opportunities,
wasters wherever they land in life;
waterless clouds that thunder too loud.
My parents, forecasting, declared
"Children should be seen and not heard,"
and "You are just the little boy around here."
IV. On Wallace Stevens
Who does not like Ariel, glad for the poems he wrote?
They have become a local cross-section
of your corner of the universe.
The poems are honored parts of that world,
the world that God so loved, to send His Son
with life, and that right abundantly.
Starward