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

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

Thinking isn't agreeing or disagreeing. That's voting.

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

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.