Since I continually revise all my attempts at crafting poems, I decided to try the experiment of recording all of my revisions of each poem in a limited series as I wrote them down day to day until I came to a point where I fund myself with a version I either could live with or couldn’t. The final versions of the sixteen poems I found acceptable begin this collection. Appended are selections of interim and discarded versions of eleven of these poems, together with a repetition of the final version up to now. Although a labor of love never adds to the value or importance of its product, which must stand on its own feet, it nonetheless owns the glory of its passion.
