“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
“A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.”
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat”
“A poem begins as I look into your eyes, as I kiss your lips, as I grasp your hair, a sense of happiness, a breathless suspire , the lovesickness of my restless heart...”
“Life is lumpy. And a lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat, and a lump in a breast are not the same lump. One should learn the difference.”
“I won't forget,” he whispered, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.”