“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 as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
“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...”
“I thought I'd begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.”
“But they were her parents! Putting up with all of her crap was their official job - they couldn't wriggle out of it! She tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat. How could they do this to her?”