It Is Always Hard To Hear The

The Beginner Hugs His Infant Poem To Him And Does Not Want It To Grow Up. But You May Have To Break Your Poem To Remake It.

Poetry Has A Way Of Teaching One What One Needs To Know ... If One Is Honest.

Is It Perhaps The One Necessity Of Love, That It Be Needed? And The One Great Human Tragedy That It So Rarely Is?

There Is A Wilder Solitude In Winter When Every Sense Is Pricked Alive And Keen.

Pain Can Make A Whole Winter Bright, Like Fever, Force Us To Live Deep And Hard.