Another night I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.
Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions.
Our experience is composed rather of illusions that of wisdom acquired.
Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.
Science is for those who learn poetry is for those who know.
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
My opinion is that a poet should express the emotion of all the ages and...
I write poetry in order to live more fully.
