The problem is that we read poetry when we should leer.
In depicting an angel losing his wings, the poet should make him sigh, alas. The figure of the angel should be portrayed sympathetically because, after all, sin is without.
How much is a vale of tears worth? There is no exit from the realm of no sale.
A choice: either put your foot in your mouth or enjoy some warm pie. Consider your poems a feast. Tell the reader, Come and eat.
Sometimes knowledge is not enough; then you must wield your saber.
Every poet is allowed eleven once-upon-a-times.