Obvious enough that generalities work to protect the mind from the great outdoors; is it possible that this was in fact their first purpose?
Once in awhile you have a thought, and you rhyme it.
When modern writers gave up telling stories, they gave up the greatest thing we had.
Robert Frost had always said you mustn’t think of the last line first, or it’s only a fake poem, not a real one. I’m inclined to agree.
Write what you know. That should leave you with a lot of free time.
Mostly the thought and the verse come inseparably. In my poem Poetics, it’s as close as I come to telling how I do it.
History is one of those marvelous and necessary illusions we have to deal with. It’s one of the ways of dealing with our world with impossible generalities which we couldn’t live without.
I would talk in iambic pentameter if it were easier.
Shakespeare tells the same stories over and over in so many guises that it takes a long time before you notice.