The completely solitary self: that's where poetry comes from and it gets isolated by crisis and those crises are often very intimate also.
Crabbed and obscure definitions are of no use beyond a narrow circle of students of whom probably every one has a pet one of his own.
I have more in common with a three-toed sloth or a one-eyed pterodactyl or...
I walk every day with my dogs and force myself to run a bit but I hate...
I miss my horse. He's in Los Angeles.