And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.
There's not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library.
Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and...
A lot of the fun lies in trying to penetrate the mystery and this is best...
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.
