The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.
It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.
Every day, every day I hear enough to fill a year of nights with wondering.
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.
Writing poetry is a process of discovery...you can smell the poem before you see it....Like some animal.
In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.