You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.

Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light.

Most people ignore most poetry because poetry ignores most people.

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

if what is true brings us sorrow, / if what sorrow brings is truth

Neither shall you know nor meMan is the killer and creator of thee

Poets and intellectuals...are the ones the tyrants go after first.

...the collective wisdom of humanity [is] enshrined in its poetry.

Even the moon is only poetical because there is a man in the moon.

some see things as they are: others as they are” (p.82) ~CXCI

Each month is gay,Each season nice,When eatingChicken soupWith rice

That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.

Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown...

I stumble and fall.I weep and struggle to rise.My mom feels it all.

And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom.