He had dogma, plenty of it,
it comes with wisdom.

But the rub is:
' where was his voice--
' or, more accurately where
' ' did his voice live?

And we choose, and that,
I have just come to realize,
is the maturity of the poet.

There's plenty always to
' talk about, the brain
' ' is big: but: what to say?

When the voice truly leads,
' not the mind of the voice--
' ' which might precede--
' ' ' but the voice itself, like
' ' ' ' the proverbial, alive muse,
' ' ' ' ' without leash,

' ' ' ' there the song, a song.