A Poet Never Feels Useful.

For Any Writer Who Wants To Keep A Journal, Be Alive To Everything, Not Just To What You're Feeling, But Also To Your Pets, To Flowers, To What You're Reading.

It Always Comes Back To The Same Necessity: Go Deep Enough And There Is A Bedrock Of Truth, However Hard.

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

Unless The Gentle Inherit The Earth, / There Will Be No Earth.

There Are Some Griefs So Loud/they Could Bring Down The Sky/and There Are Griefs So Still/none Knows How Deep They Lie.