After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?

August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

poets. have the toughest jobin the universe-of turning silenceinto eloquence.

Rare-book people have this in common with poets: they too are born, not made.

A poet is not an apostle; he drives out devils only by the power of the devil.

Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

There’s no money in poetry, but there’s no poetry in money, eithe

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

Young children and old ladies have inspired me more than poets and philosophers.

There are countless circles of hell; believers never penetrate the ninth circle.

… the fisherman’s daughter grinding serenity in her coffee grinder.