What they call you is one thing. What you answer to is something else.
You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking.
I don't go get a poem. It calls me and I accept it.
Intellect doesn't translate across cultures; intuition does.
I think that were beginning to remember that the first poets didn't come out of a classroom, that poetry began when somebody walked off of a savanna or out of a cave and looked up at the sky with wonder and said, "Ahhh." That was the first poem.
telling the truth about children's lives is radical.