In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
Bravery despite defeat is praiseworthy. Victory despite cowardice is beyond praise.
Inconsistency has been overpraised by people who do not expect to suffer from it.
Even alone we go on justifying ourselves.
When courtesy fails, be nasty, brutish, and short.
Age must give way to youth, no doubt. But not yet, not yet.