Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler,long I stood And looked down one as far as I could;To where it bent in the undergrowth.

The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.