Adjectives are the potbelly of poetry.

Political history is far too criminal to be a fit subject of study for the young. Children should acquire their heroes and villians from fiction.

I smell blood and an era of prominent madmen.

Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.

In a game, just losing is almost as satisfying as just winning... In life the loser's score is always zero.

What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves.

Follow, poet, follow right To the bottom of the night, With your unconstraining voice Still persuade us to rejoice; With the farming of a verse Make a vineyard of the curse, Sing of human unsuccess In a rapture of distress; In the deserts of the heart Let the healing fountain start, In the prison of his days Teach the free man how to praise.