I am! I have come through! I belong!
Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.
I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.
You know being born is important to you. You know nothing else was ever so important to you.
Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.