In Fact, In Lyric Poetry, Truthfulness Becomes

History Says, Don’t Hope On This Side Of The Grave, But Then, Once In A Lifetime The Longed-for Tidal Wave Of Justice Can Rise Up, And Hope And History Rhyme

Poetry Cannot Afford To Lose Its Fundamentally Self-delighting Inventiveness, Its Joy In Being A Process Of Language As Well As A Representation Of Things In The World.

I Shall Gain Glory Or Die.

I Have Begun To Think Of Life As A Series Of Ripples Widening Out From An Original Center.

If Poetry And The Arts Do Anything, They Can Fortify Your Inner Life, Your Inwardness.