A poem begins with a lump in the throat. – Robert Frost
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. – Robert Frost

A poem begins with a lump in the throat. – Robert Frost
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. – Robert Frost
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. – Robert Frost