“Necessity is the mother of invention” is a silly proverb. “Necessity is the mother of futile dodges” is much nearer the truth.
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have…
Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.