A poem is never a put-up job so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness. It is never a thought to begin with.
And nothing to look backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope.
A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
The best way out is always through.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.