Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.
I want a love like Johnny and June
Rings of fire burnin' with you
I wanna walk the line, walk the line
Til' the end of time
I wanna love, love ya that much
Cash it on it give it all up
And baby when your gone I wanna go too
Like Johnny and June
What I try to do is to go into a poem - and one writes them, of course, poem by poem - to go into each poem, first of all without having any sense whatsoever of where it's going to end up.
What I try to do is to go into a poem - and one writes them, of course, poem by poem - to go into each poem, first of all without having any sense whatsoever of where it's going to end up
It's June in January because I'm in love.
Do three things each night before you go to bed: read a poem, read a short story, read an essay.
Truly fine poetry must be read aloud. A good poem does not allow itself to be read in a low voice or silently. If we can read it silently, it is not a valid poem: a poem demands pronunciation. Poetry always remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art. It remembers that it was first song.
The subject of the poem usually dictates the rhythm or the rhyme and its form. Sometimes, when you finish the poem and you think the poem is finished, the poem says, "You're not finished with me yet," and you have to go back and revise, and you may have another poem altogether. It has its own life to live.
It's June in January Because I'm in love It always is spring in my heart with you in my arms.
The number of people who read a poem is not as important as how the poem affects those who read it.
There's something I love about how stark the contrast is between January and June in Sweden.
I write in the morning, I walk in the afternoon and I read in the evening. It's a very easy, lovely life.
I write one poem a year, usually in January or February.
People are so used to reading novels now, they just read a poem straight through to get the meaning. And that's something totally different from the slow way you read something if it's a tune; which to me a poem has to be.
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.