The re-learning: [poems]

The secret.

Notes.

Do you hear me.

Going out.

There are words.

I can go in.

Spring poem.

First communion.

Be good.

Echoes: a diary.

The energy there.

Life saving.

Poet.

The window.

The bare November trees.

The weight: after writing all night.

Poets are wanted for what they"re not.

The blur of a girl.

The rescue performed in my imagination January 1972.

To the young poets, except children, who haven't earmned the title but call themselves poets anyway.

After writing all night and into the day, I go into the refrigerator for another beer and see a young girl through the kitchen window, walking by.

Today is my 33rd birthday.

& so on.

Something/at night.

3 for Ruth & Dan.

A play in one act: Johnnie learns to be cretive in a junior high school audio visual class, or, Where are the creative arts in public schools?

Something.

Marking time.

What I see.

Poem I typed on an Associated Press teletype.

Simply.

The visitor.

Just to sing.

An homage: the end of some more land.

The re-learning One.

The re-learning Two.

Breakfast table after writing all night September 16, 1972.

For Jay Bolorin.

How light the air is.

Poem written with my son's pen.

Planting th garden.

Here now.

For Norma "right now". . == For Norma "You'r home no".

A bell.

For my son Saroyan "My suntanned sone of six".

October 2nd, 1973.

The re-learning Three..