Rhyme and meter force gaps in meaning so the muse can enter.
Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.
Dreams are distorted representations of desire. So are dream- analyses.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
Violence stops thought. Hence its popularity as a pain-killer.
A budget takes the fun out of money.