. . . poetry, 'The Cinderella of the Arts.'

The people must grant a hearing to the best poets they have; else they will never have better.

Surely the vogue of those twisted and contorted human figures must be as short as it is artificial.

[She was] the Judy Garland of American poetry.

tell me
of something fiercer
than the love with which
i gaze upon you

of something softer
than the tenderness
with which i hold you.

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.