Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.

We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.

There never was a war that was not inward.

Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.

Omissions are not accidents.