Thursday, May 28, 2009

thought for 5/28

A poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
-Robert Frost -Letter to Louis Untermeyer (January 1, 1916)