It makes you wonder why? Who gains by professing to embody such expertise as will justify the trade of time and tuition for knowledge of how to transfer from mind and soul to page and screen what one already knows to be true? How did people like Whitman, Dickinson, and Frost learn to do it without professional help? These poems show me trying to work out the nature of poetry and the role of the poet and why Mister Charlie seems so eager to own it.