Your thorns are the best part of you.
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
I never 'plan' a stanza. Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.
The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.
We are suffering from too much sarcasm.
I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it