Lion Dreaming e-bog

For most of us poetry is a form of noise that poetsmake because they can. Like birds, poets are moreactive in the spring. Like dogs, poets growl if you gettoo close to their easy chairs, but respond well to anyshow of affection. Poets are not even-temperedcreatures, but are nicer after a few drinks. They expecttoo much of their wives and too little of their children. I am at liberty to tell you all this because I am a specialbreed of poet whose noises are pure music . . .