A poem begins with a lump in the throat a homesickness or alovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.

Education is hanging around until you've caught on.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... In a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.