My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.

I have miles to go before I sleep.

A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

The people I am most afraid of are those who are the most afraid.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.