I told my mother:
'I want to be a poet'.
She said: 'There's no money in it'.
I never was much interested
I, although not beautiful,
have desired to mingle my dust
with all that is beautiful-
with rivers, streams
I have written poetry
since I was nine years old
and still I find that I must write
as others seek for gold.
The truth of a circle lies in being round
The truth of a square is in its squareness
The truth of being lies in being
The truth of anything is in its truthfulness.