Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
Robert FrostI cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.
Robert FrostThe Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with hand and mind And heart, if need be, I will do my best. To keep their building balanced at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road And try to stack them in a better load.
Robert Frost