Even when the poet seems most himself . . . he is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast; he has been reborn as an idea, something intended, complete.

When we are young we long to tread a way none have trod before

I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.

When two close kindred meetWhat better than call a dance?

I sigh that kiss you,For I must ownThat I shall miss youWhen you have grown.

You wouldn't know it if you just met Libby on the street, because she just seems like this little bundle of energy, but she's probably the most articulate spokesman for new music living in America today. She's also been a passionate advocate for women in music.