I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials.
Death does frame a person and somehow it is the good that stays.
poetry is first of all a way of life and only secondarily a way of writing.
Fire is a good companion for the mind.
Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.
I sometimes think men don't 'hear' very well, if I take your meaning to be 'understand what is going on in a person.' That's what makes them so restful. Women wear each other out with their everlasting touching of the nerve.