Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.
You can't get too much winter in the winter.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Affection is an overpowering craving to be compellingly sought.