I too saw the wooden horse blocking the stars.

Time is the metre, memory the only plot.

A culture, we all know, is made by its cities.

We read, we travel, we become.

She's a rare vase, out of a cat's reach, on its shelf.

Americans are not brought up with meter. They're not brought up with poetry. If you try to get them to recite, they're too embarrassed.

Damn wind shift sudden as a woman mind.