Spotted Park Bench I am a park bench. Ordinary words cannot express my thoughts on birds.

The Ladybug wears no disguises. She is just what she advertises. A speckled spectacle of spring, A fashion statement on the wing.... A miniature orange kite. A tiny dot-to-dot delight.

Poetry is perfect verbs hunting for elusive nouns.

Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.

A great book is a homing device For navigating paradise. A good book somehow makes you care About the comfort of a chair. A bad book owes to many trees A forest of apologies.

A bad book owes to many trees | A forest of apologies.

Poetry is frosted fire.

Libraries Are Neccessary Gardens, Unsurpassed At Growing Excitement

Poetry is prose, bent out of shape.

I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.

I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With bookworms in my coffin.

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

Free me as free is the forest fire, as is the thunder that laughs aloud and hurls defiance to darkness.

I think in short order all of us need to act like we are citizens with not only rights, but also duties.

A practical part of my teaching is to provide demonstrative, hands-on experiences.

I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.

The right to reticence seems earned only by having nothing to hide.

The way love feels is always only approximate. I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.

I am showing solidarity while being different. Or if you prefer, I am being different while being in solidarity.

Failing to be there when a man wants her is a woman's greatest sin, except to be there when he doesn't want her.

Loneliness sometimes gives me a quantity of creativeness - you're drinking another glass of wine and you're feeling even worse. Art doesn't work without pain; art also exists for compensating pain.