One does not leave a convivial party before closing time.
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives.
My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from...
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my...
I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and...
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.
