The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.

There's a very narrow corridor between not enough capacity, which is bad for reliability, and too much capacity.

Because I lack faith in the ability of the Palestinians to maintain peace or return anything for what I see as a gift to them — an unsolicited gift.

we are at the crossroads, my little outlaw,
and this is the map of my heart, the landscape
after cruelty

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the pearly shell That murmurs of the far-off, murmuring sea; A precious jewel carved most curiously; It is a little picture painted well. What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the tear that fell From a great poet's hidden ecstasy; A two-edged sword, a star, a song--ah me! Sometimes a heavy tolling funeral bell.