We love disasters that have nothing to do with us
What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?
No such thing, the queen said, as too many sequins.
...in the face of all dangers, in what may seem a godless region, we move forward through the agencies of love and art.
To choose to live with a dog is to agree to participate in a long process of interpretation, a mutual agreement though the human being holds most of the cards.
Poetry is an investigation, not an expression, of what you know.