I've never read a political poem that's accomplished anything. Poetry makes things happen, but rarely what the poet wants.

I would talk in iambic pentameter if it were easier.

Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light, they say, forgetful of the shadow's speed.

When Robert Frost was alive, I was known as the other new England poet, which is to be barely known at all.

Once in awhile you have a thought, and you rhyme it.

Till I, high in the tower of my time Among familiar ruins, began to cry For accident, sickness, justice, war and crime, Because all died, because I had to die. The snow fell, the trees stood, the promise kept, And a child I slept.

When modern writers gave up telling stories, they gave up the greatest thing we had.