A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Obviously I've gone out of my way in my career to not look good, so it's always nice to, every once in a while, get the opposite going.
We do not rejoice in victories. We rejoice when a new kind of cotton is grown and when strawberries bloom in Israel.
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