You are like a rich man entering heaven/through the ear of a raindrop. - Seamus Heaney

Then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,
nursed a hard grievance.

The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast.

A populace that is chloroformed day and night by TV stations like Fox News could do with inoculation by poetry. Obviously, poetry can't be administered like an injection, but it does constitute a boost to the capacity for discrimination and resistance.