we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead than we ever did when they were alive.
Excellence costs a great deal.
Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.
In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.
We only keep what we lose.
There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.