Poets sing our human music for us.
Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.
Auden said poetry makes nothing happen. But I wonder if the opposite could be true. It could make something happen.
Poetry and prayer are very similar.
I like to think that I'm a sort of poet for our times.