Poetry is fact given over to imagery.
A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.
There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.
People often say 'I live for my art.' Bullshit! If you are given a talent it's to be used. It's not in the private domain.
and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.
Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please.