If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.
I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.
I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.
The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.
Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak.