A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
The only way round is through.
Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.
Poets like Shakespeare know more about poetry than any $25 an hour man.
The only way around is through.
The test is always how we treat the poor.