Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.
Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.
Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose, unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction.
The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
Nearly everybody is looking for something brave to do. I don't know why people shouldn't write poetry. That's brave.