The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.
There is no song to your singing.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.
And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.