"Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.”
~Mark Strand, “Eating Poetry,” Reasons for Moving, 1968
"Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away." ~Carl Sandburg, Poetry Considered