This morning of the small snow I count the blessings the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time the drop of the water on water.
What actually makes poetry poetry is of course impossible to define. We recognize it when we hear it when we see it but we can't define it.
I learned to impersonate the kind of person that talks about poetry. It comes...
Part of what we love about poetry is the fact that it seems ancient that it...
The fact that something is in a rhymed form or in blank verse will not make...
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.
