Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. – Robert Frost
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. – Robert Frost
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost