In poetic thought, the role of the subconscious is played by euphony.

I'm not trying to be ridiculous or funny, but it was rather pleasant to find yourself in isolation, in solitary.

Because every book of art, be it a poem or a cupola, is understandably a self-portrait of its author, we won't strain ourselves too hard trying to distinguish between the author's persona and the poem's lyrical hero. As a rule, such distinctions are quite meaningless, if only because a lyrical hero is invariably an author's self-projection.

Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family. Even your super weirdo creep cousin.

What I like about cities is that everything is king size, the beauty and the ugliness.

Racism? But isn't it only a form of misanthropy?

Every individual ought to know at least one poet from cover to cover: if not as a guide through the world, then as a yardstick for the language.