Every Friday, I try to bring another poem to life, and offer it to readers so that they will understand the meaning I intend to communicate. I remember, in 1969, sitting in the living room of a big, old house in the middle of New Orleans, close by the Loyola campus, and Miller Williams would teach intimate seminars on poetry. He wrote such beautiful verse. He was gritty, and real, and soft, and hard and his poems electrified my imagination. I found myself adopting (poorly of course), his style and tone. This little snippet, in which he discusses what poetry is to him brought back many memories. I was honored to sit at his feet, and learn how to co-create poetry with my readers.