I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she… — Peter Meinke Copy Share Image
Every poem, formal or free, has an ideal shape, and the job of the poet is to find it. — Peter Meinke Copy Share Image
If you're hooked on the physical act of writing, there's a good chance of your hanging in there long enough to say what you… — Peter Meinke Copy Share Image
I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst… — Peter Meinke Copy Share Image
