Hope for a great sea-change timid to rebuke and too petty to forgive.

History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave, But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme

If self is a location, so is love: Bearings taken, markings, cardinal points, Options, obstinacies, dug heels, and distance, Here and there and now and then, a stance.

I suppose I'm saying that defiance is actually part of the lyric job

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

Anyone with gumption and a sharp mind will take the measure of two things: what's said and what's done.

The dotted line my father's ashplant made On Sandymount Strand Is something else the tide won't wash away.