The pulse of destiny still shook the foundations of the world. The will that had willed this thing to happen had now another will to deal with—nor should the stream of Fate swallow up his heart without a cry. – Frederic Jesup Stimson, In Cure of Her Soul, 1906, wording slightly altered
Poetry is the language we speak in the most terrifying or ecstatic passages of our lives. But the very word poetry scares people. They think of their grade school teachers reciting Hiawatha and they groan. – Erica Jong
