Write out of love, write out of instinct, write out of reason. But always for money.
From compromise and things half done, Keep me with stern and stubborn pride; And when at last the fight is won, God, keep me still unsatisfied
It takes a heap o` children to make a home that`s true, And home can be a palace grand, or just a plain, old shoe; But if it has a mother dear, and a good old dad or two, Why, that`s the sort of good old home for good old me and you
Every poet knows the pun is Pierian, that it springs from the same soil as the Muse. a matching and shifting of vowels and consonants, an adroit assonance sometimes derided as jackassonance.
She has something to say about what life is like-which is all we ask of poetry.