One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose, unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction.
When I was young, I was so interested in baseball that my family was afraid I'd waste my life and be a pitcher. Later they were afraid I'd waste my life and be a poet. They were right.
